Red as riding hood: a short story by drew garner.
I I waited in the lobby of the doctors' office for an appointment that I was always early for, but still somehow always waiting eagerly with anticipation to get over with. I am in love with a person and an idea. I am mentally ill, knowing that this is all a delusion, a construct of my subconscious mind. I idealize things I do not understand...but usually these people I put on a pedestal are beautiful in some form or the other. Which is to say they are in opposition to what I feel I represent. But Sara is genuinely something unusual, something obtainable but always out of reach even when she is sitting a couple of feet from me. The door in front of me opens, and the skinny Sara is smiling at me and says my name. I follow her back to her office sitting opposite from the chair she goes to after closing the door. "So how have you been?" s...