My girlfriends and I were talking about the arrival of spring. They were saying their thoughts turn to sunshine and warm breezes, the sounds of birds chirping, the scent of spring flowers…
“And Luke.” I sighed.
They all perked up.
“Luke? Who’s Luke?”
“Damn, did I say that out loud?”
And so I was caught, and pretty much obligated to tell them the story of Luke…
Brianna Popsickle 