A True Love Story

It was Free Play in Miss Riffle's kindergarten class.  I had just finished playing with blocks and had cleaned them up very nicely, thank you very much.

I looked over and saw Kelly sitting across the room.

We didn't say anything.  No nod or any kind of signal.  Spontaneously, we crawled across the carpet, meeting in the middle.  Our lips touched.  I pulled back and smiled.  He smiled back.

The magic of the moment was broken by Richard's voice.  I hadn't even seen him sitting there, but I noticed him now.  He was staring at us with eyes as big as cupcakes.

"Miss Riffle!  Kelly kissed Shelly.  Kelly kissed Shelly."

Kelly and I scampered back across the room, away from each other, as fast as our scurrying knees would take us.  I felt fear wash over me, bathing my face crimson.  I kept my eyes focused on a knot in the carpet.

"Hush, now, Richard," I heard Miss Riffle say.  "Here, why don't we see if we can find a truck for you to play with."

Richard, easily distracted, was mollified and silenced.  My racing heart slowed as I realized I wasn't going to get in trouble.  I looked up and watched Miss Riffle's retreating back with adoration.

Kelly and I never repeated our cross-carpet tryst.  But through all my school years, Miss Riffle remained my favorite teacher. 

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This is in response to Carrie Dair's Treasure Tuesday prompt, "First Kiss," which I missed last week, but I still wanted to share with her.