It was the first time I’d worn a suit in years.
Nervously, I feigned nonchalance. Made small talk. Nodded to people, surprisingly youthful, who didn’t nod back.
Now, seated near the back of the room, punch in hand, reality began to set in.
I was at the wrong class reunion.
Susan Gale Wickes lives in Indiana. She enjoys writing short stories and poetry and looks for inspiration in lots of strange places.
Well, the bright side is you got along well with everybody. Cheers.
There’s always a bright side, isn’t there? Thanks for reading, Darnell!
Best 50 words I’ve read today. My hat’s off!
Thanks, Ron! I truly appreciate the feedback.
Really?
Pure fiction…but stranger things have happened.
Funny… I thought I was when I saw all gray hair..Thanks for making me laugh
Exactly! Where did all these old people come from? Glad you enjoyed it, Susan.