The diskettes were easy to plant in Chris’s backpack as his fist treated my stomach like Sally Ride inside the Challenger. I wanted to count the tally marks he would carve somewhere in his room after his mother gazed into the areolae borealis or all the real girls who refused to show him theirs.
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J. Bradley is the author of Bodies Made of Smoke (Housefire, 2012).
Lead image: “rainbow diskettes” (via Flickr user frankieleon)
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