From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
My fingers are stained pink from stretching this glob of Silly Putty against the newspaper, lifting the ink until the words "Purge of Polish Red Chiefs For Deviations Is Reported; PURGE IS REPORTED AMONG POLISH REDS Workers Called 'Untrustworthy' Purge in East Germany Asked Action in Belgium Reported" are warped into a distorted, rubbery mess. It's totally far out how the grey news just melts away under my thumbs while I hitch up my scratchy poodle cloth skirt. I can’t wait to go cruisin’ later and leave this heavy political talk to the old man, who’s currently grumbling about the price of gas hitting twenty-seven cents at the pump. The stiff starch of my cotton blouse is digging into my neck, but I’ll endure the itch just to look sharp at the soda fountain.