Alphabet, A History: W (Winter)
The following piece of creative nonfiction is part of a series I started on my personal blog a few years ago called “Alphabet: A History,” which is a collection of short, autobiographical vignettes, focusing mainly on relationships (familial, romantic, platonic, and self). It’s July, 2004 — hot and sticky. We’re sitting in his backyard drinking Gin & Tonics and taking turns reading the latest issue of Vanity Fair. “You have any beer?” I ask. “No,” he replies, reaching for his wallet, “but I’ll buy if you fly.” I stand up and take his money, my arms are full of freckles, and I’m wearing those Nine West flip flops with the little black…