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,

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

been for nothing.

a slightly-too-hot shower, I pull my hair back into

know I’ll be asked to change into

something simple: a t-shirt, jeans, and

to myself, checking my

I head out. “Today’s the day

grabbing the go-bag that

out to the cafe down my street for a quick pick-me-up

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

aroma of freshly brewed coffee and

barista, a sweet lady named

Abby! The usual?”

please—black coffee, one

soon I’m sipping my

down my throat. It’s like

a bagged croissant

toward John’s apartment. The air

I feel optimistic

as

already imagine John’s surprised face when