Issue 12  •  Spring 2013


The Color of Pink Lemonade

Written by Jesse Sposato|Illustration by Alija Craycroft

Our water glasses were filled and refilled one after another; our salads arrived at the same time. Mine had dressing on the side, and Nathan wouldn’t touch his. I thought about picking out his kalamata olives and Gorgonzola cheese crumbles and adding them to my plate, but didn’t.


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