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

been for nothing.

hair back into

to change into a uniform for

something simple: a t-shirt,

I murmur to myself, checking my reflection

out.

the go-bag that I

cafe down my street for a quick

jingles over my head as

brewed coffee and

lady named Carol, is

The usual?”

Carol. Yes, please—black coffee,

soon I’m sipping my coffee,

it glides down my throat.

a bagged croissant in the other,

apartment. The air is crisp, the sun

and I feel optimistic about

city come alive as I walk,

John’s surprised face when