On Staring

By Heidie Raine The writer should never be ashamed of staring. There is nothing that does not require his attention. –Flannery O’Connor Sitting in the library, looking through the thick-paned glass of the upper-level windows, I am staring. I am squinting and watching and questioning all that passes below. This is what I see: I see a boy with olive cargo pants and a faint mustache topple off his longboard, roll like a bowling ball and land in the frosted crunch of cold spring ...