meeting
the past
Oh,those
were the days: wearing black, drinking cider and dancing to the
Sisters of Mercy. But times change (thank goodness) so it'd be
weird to do that now. I hadn't really expected to re-live it.
Anyway, that was until the reunion... Well, ten years on and she
had grey hair, a leather jacket and tight jeans. I'd wished I'd
thought of an excuse not to see her when she rang, but I was too
shocked to set my brain into action. The only word I can describe
it is: interesting... At first it was catching up with old gossip
and then it got more difficult, more of an embarrassed silence.
The last time we met it was nearly all silence, only interrupted
by awkward exclamations about which the other one had no interest.
So, to save any more uncomfortableness (but I still felt a funny
kind of calmness around her) I asked her what music she was into
these days. "The Mission and the Sisters". It's weird
how some things don't change, it was like stepping back in time
as if the last decade had never happened. Extra weird that we'd
been reduced to talking about people neither of us had seen for
at least 10 years... "Do you remember when...?" After
that, we went round the shops (activities make the silence less...
silent?) - having to make do with the likes of Our Price and WH
Smiths, none of the old ones were there - at least they'd moved
on. And we looked at the cut-price Adam and the Ants tapes and
bought a Duran Duran video
back to beginning
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