"We meet again!" exclaimed Joseph whom I'd first encountered whilst "working" in a university bookshop. Then we had argued about his order not having arrived, I forget the details. He apologised, from then on we were cordial to each other.
Every few years I seem to meet him. He does not appear to have aged, whilst I am grey and limping, certainly no Peter Pan.
It is like a time machine: I travel back to youthful days in the bookshop. We chat for a while and then his bus arrives. I wonder if I'll see him again.
Every few years I seem to meet him. He does not appear to have aged, whilst I am grey and limping, certainly no Peter Pan.
It is like a time machine: I travel back to youthful days in the bookshop. We chat for a while and then his bus arrives. I wonder if I'll see him again.
