relationships, memories, prose
In the winter before I turned twenty, I drove to Oregon to see a friend. Tasha lived with her mother in a farmhouse in Corvalis. She studied Greek and Latin. I pulled onto their property late at night, bouncing in the deep-rutted roads and wondering if I were honorable. Tasha was not really a friend; she was a girl who was pretty and who talked with me over lunch. I was bringing her a Greek Bible from San Francisco. She had wanted it for two years, and I wanted to see her.
"Is This What You Wanted?,"
Inscape: Vol. 8:
2, Article 20.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/inscape/vol8/iss2/20