Her talk

She’s at the seminar table, her heart pounding, breath coming in gasps, their eyes on her, when her voice fails her. Her talk on Pynchon all but forgotten, past and future fade into the irony of Mucho Maas and his love for Oedipa as she knows but doesn’t realize just how much more she wants. Her classmates, clueless, stare at her in silence, but for one: “Killer handout,” he tells her.

13 thoughts on “Her talk

  1. Public speaking was always something I hated in college. You captured that kind of stage fright very well. I loved your ending too, adds a touch of humor.

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