Paula Colangelo

Published in: https://reideasjournal.com/paula-colangelo-cnf/   Driving through Long Island en route to a friend’s wedding, I’m reminded of the trek out here after prom. My first would-be love agreed to be my date after a friend said no, then asked someone else. At three a.m., all I could see were headlights on the forgotten end of the highway, landscape shrouded as it is now. He was six years older. Owned an olive-green Dodge. We drove too far and U-turned back on the empty