I am way too young for you, old man.
Go home old man, go home and think.
THE BIRTHDAY BY SARAH ILLIATOVITCH-GOLDMAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 11
The old man and the young girl sit in the parked van. “I’m sorry,” says the old man, “the car’s just used to coming this way.” The young girl smiles and nods, acknowledging his unnecessary joke.
Silence.
They look at each other. Look away. The you…