De-Titled (A Love Story)I didn’t know what to call this story. I found that “Untitled” didn’t quite fit, in a sticky wetsuit kind of way. Besides, calling a piece of art “Untitled” is like calling it “So Good It Can’t Be Titled.” In the end, I took away the title altogether. After all, what is this story about? It’s a simple story, a story about a boy and a girl; it’s the story of a street, the story of a summer. The street was Montrose and the summer was sweltering.De-Titled (A Love Story)1 year ago in Short Stories
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But I’m getting ahead of myself. Every story has a beginning. At the very least, let me tell you mine.
My name is Leah Smith, which is probably one of the most boring names of all time. So, every time someone asks for my name, I tell them that I am Liesl Olivetti, which makes me sound foreign and retro, and not boring in the least. The name also fits my overall appearance better. See, one day, I decided that I wanted to be an artiste, so I went out to dye my hair pink