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,

that cook-off, otherwise all

been for nothing.

pull my hair back into

I know I’ll be asked to change into a uniform

for something simple: a t-shirt, jeans, and a

murmur to myself, checking my

head out. “Today’s the

the go-bag that I prepared last

cafe down my street

jingles over my head as I

brewed coffee and

sweet lady named Carol, is behind the

The

Carol. Yes, please—black coffee,

soon I’m sipping my coffee, savoring the

down my throat. It’s

and a

The air is crisp, the sun

feel optimistic

of the city come alive as I

already imagine John’s surprised face when he sees how pumped I