Reflection

That dorm room had one redeeming feature. Laying on my bed in the evening, when the sun was just going down, the light would somehow reflect and carry to my window a full view into Lew Hatcher’s room, three floors above mine.

Poolside

His shadow blocked out my sunlight. One moment I was lying back, relaxing, eyes closed – the heat of the sun warming my bare skin, bronzing me. Then all of a sudden it was gone. I didn’t open my eyes. I assumed that whoever it was would move on. But they didn’t. “Do you mind?…