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 four books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars, Salisbury Square and Buster & Moo. In addition I have published three anthologies of short stories and a memoir of my mother. More will appear soon. I will try and continue to blog regularly at geofflepard.com about whatever takes my fancy. I hope it does yours too.
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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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