misha writes. duh.

A stolen kiss in kindergarten. By the coat rack  filled with shiny plastic coats. It had rained all day. There would be puddles to disrupt. She wore her lipstick red golashes. He wore his father’s midnight black trench coat and devious smile. She heard the bottom of his trench coat scrapping across the ground before she saw him. He was just copying what he saw his parents do. His lips were chapped. He ran off before she could call the slight scratch across her cheek a kiss. His name? Ricky Vasquez.