Like a deer caught in the glare of oncoming headlights, I registered shock, for a few milliseconds, then regained my composure.
A ten year old memory surfaced. She could make you feel silly and insignificant, without saying or doing anything.
It was all in the posture, the body language, and the killer legs! They were to-die-for… long, smooth, shapely…
I faced her, did a double-take.
The envy of the 40-odd girls from our grade eleven year, the popular and charismatic three-time Miss Lucky Legs winner, stood arm-in-arm with persona non grata, the reclusive, short and squat library monitor.
published 14 August 2013