Boy and Girl

   I remember the time, Anya, when my mother asked about you and me. I was thirteen. My mother’s sickness was in its early stages. She had already turned the couch in the living-room into her sickbed. She hated lying down in the bedroom, she said she felt isolated and forgotten, like she could just fade away and no one would know.
   I had just come in from playing wiffleball. She started asking me questions and somehow the topic became you and she asked if you and me were an item. It was the first time my mother had ever asked me about you in that way, the first time she had ever mentioned romance. I had a hard time looking at her when I told her no me and you weren’t an item.
   I always thought you two would wind up together, she said. I still think that, don’t you?
   My mother was smiling. It was like she knew something that I didn’t about us, about the future. It was a fortune teller’s smile.
   I don’t think we’ll wind up together, I said, and she said, Why not?
   I told her I don’t know why not I just don’t think it’ll happen, we’re friends and I think we’ll always be friends, that’s what we are to each other.
   Maybe you’re right, she said. But I don’t know, you two, ever since you were little kids … Remember how she used to follow you around everywhere?
   Yea, I said. And I used to get mad.
   You did but also you liked it, my mother smiled.
   Then my mother’s voice got more serious when she said—You know Daniel, boys your age, they talk about girls a lot, they go on and on about girls but really they’re scared. They don’t even know exactly what it is they’re scared of and that’s what makes the whole thing even scarier and more confusing. And when I say boys that covers all ages because there’s no such thing as men, that’s a myth. There’s no such thing as men, only big boys and little boys.
   That’s what she told me Anya, what I took in. What do you think? Was it like that for you? No real men, only boys pretending to be men and some not even pretending. I wonder if Peter Pan is to boys what Jesus is to sinners?

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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, performer, and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of four novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, and No Man’s Brooklyn; a collection of stories, Freeze Tag, two poetry collections, Arclight and Moonglow on Mercy Street; and a fable, The Jackdaw and the Doll, illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama. He also adapted classic fables, which were paired with the vintage illustrations of artist, Paul Bransom, for the collection: Once Upon a Time, Classic Fables Reimagined. His produced, full-length plays include: LOBSTERS ON ICE, ADAGIO FOR STRAYS, THE BEST MEDICINE, ZEITGEIST, U.S.A., and WEREWOLVES DON’T WALTZ.
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