Gabrielle Rippel

The Last Glass

A first date is a first step in a new direction, whether or not I’m ready for it is an entirely different matter. I realize this as the crosswalk signal prompts me to continue. I wonder if it’s too late to cancel, but I already know it is considering the reservation begins in less than five minutes. I find the strength to cross the paused traffic and emerge on the other side unscathed. I’d like to say I was able to cross the intersection due to some newfound courage, but I know it’s due to ever present ache in my feet desperate for reprieve.