Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

On the morning of the cook-off, I’m already awake before my alarm even starts

buzzing.

Last night, I hardly slept at all thanks to a combination of excitement over the

cook-off and my wine-induced conversation with Karl. All night, his words

swirled around my mind: “I’m really proud of you,” he had said.

Hearing Karl say those words was so unexpected, yet so heartwarming at the

same time. I can’t get them out of my mind, like a lost puppy who’s found her

home, or a shipwreck survivor lost at sea who has found a lifeline. It’s strange

how much of an impact it has had on me.

Enter title…

As soon as my alarm goes off, though, I pop out of bed and thrust myself into

cook-off mode. Today is not the day to be thinking about my ex-husband. Today,

on winning that cook-off, otherwise all of my efforts will

been for nothing.

I pull my hair back into a neat and tidy

I know I’ll be asked to change into

something simple: a t-shirt, jeans, and

is it,” I murmur to

head out. “Today’s the day you show

grabbing the go-bag that

the cafe down my street for

jingles over my head as I step inside, and I’m greeted

freshly brewed coffee and baked

named Carol,

The usual?” she

Yes, please—black coffee,

transaction is brief, and soon I’m sipping my coffee,

as it glides down my throat.

with my coffee in one hand and a bagged croissant

The air is crisp,

feel optimistic

the city come alive as I walk,

face when he sees how pumped