Every afternoon we met to rank the stories of the day.
I decided the story about the bicycle crash wasn’t interesting enough for page 1.
You were late getting back with the photo we needed for the sports page.
You were in an office romance with a reporter.
Is what actually happens more important that what we imagine?
The reporter who covered the cops called in to tell us they didn’t have an I.D. on the cyclist who died.
It was April.
You still hadn’t checked in.
Everyone in the newsroom believed you were falling in love.
The police reporter came back to the newsroom with a written description of the cyclist who had died.
Watching you fall in love gave us all a kind of thrill.
The cop reporter read us the description of the body in the morgue.
Did I mention that your girlfriend was working in the newsroom that night?
We moved the story about the accident to page 1
It took us a long time to find your picture in the files.
The presses started at 1 a.m.