Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Jeff Arnold for his lovely photo prompt.





Remember, there was the buzz of the theatre bar, in the interval, happy gossip, press of bodies. Times  in the café, disco dancing, a sing-song, a picnic on the beach…’will you rub sunscreen on my back ?’ An actual cocktail party not a virtual one, where you stoop to pick up a dropped olive and can’t find it.

A face close enough to hear the sigh, see the freckles, touch the soft skin. The right way of living for us is changed. For now, better to remember how things were, how it could be again.