Little Jordan

The Story

Then he kissed me. . .very quietly. Quiet as dew. For a minute I saw his eyelashes against his skin and felt his cheek, cool and smooth like a little boy's cheek. Maybe all first kisses are the same, or maybe none of them are. Mine started with thinking about a boy's mother, a boy's cheek. Then suddenly everything seemed to change, as though I had stepped into deep water, and I closed my eyes.

A paperback edition from 1999 of Little Jordan by Marly Youmans. It runs to 112 pages, in very good condition. We hold one copy, so once it is gone it is gone. Shelved under Literature & Fiction. Wrapped with care for collectors and shipped from Kuwait.