It’s been years since we all last met. Of course, we would feel a little awkward at first! Christine takes another chip off her plate. Peter sips his Pepsi. Neither says a word. Then I bring up horses, and Christine’s face lights up.
Soon, under a clear sky this midsummer afternoon, we laugh about our Transfiguration School years.
Never realizing that we won’t see each other again.
wilting maple leaf
more by FRANK J. TASSONE