He’s in every photo. Crowds, anyway. The boy with the sad eyes. Ever since… well, you know.
Even John looks for him now. It hurt, at the start when he said he was ‘just some student’ but even he couldn’t deny how odd it was, him in every crowd scene. Sometimes it takes while to find him, but I do.
Today he began to fade. I knew he would. When he became a man. Thirteen. I’m glad.
I’m not sure how John will take it. Best not to say….
Written for the Flash!friday prompt, use the picture, include a student and 89 words…
My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline.
I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy.
I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere.
These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
TanGental 
Well done
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Very enegmatic Geoff
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a whole world behind that little take…
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Yes indeed 💜
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Best not say.
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This is interesting, Geoff.
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thanks Robbie… the limit of 89 words forces one to be enigmatic, as Willow said earlier
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Good one!!
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Thank you!
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Interesting.
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