The Last Day Before Summer - Anonymous

By Anonymous

The sun poured through the window, slowing us like flies in amber. I realized someone was speaking. A humming in the thick honey glow. The buzz was indecipherable, but I could make out her image. I knew her hair was brown, but swimming through here it looked like twenty-four karats. I knew her too; I did a science report with her last year. She was very pretty. It was hard to turn my head away, the golden gravity ever pulling, so I didn’t. I let it hold me, let it weigh me down. She had stopped speaking; the reverberating murmur was no longer her voice; but others. I could see the freckles that dotted her nose when she turned attentively to the teacher. I noticed that last year, the soft dusting across her face, like stars. When glucose meets moisture it creates hydrogen bonds causing a change in electron charge, the science report came back to me. This causes the molecules to cling to surrounding particles. That must be why her hair was all bunched up like that, hydrogen bonds in sticky molasses illuminating her face with a halo from the sun. Or maybe it was just her hair tie.