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.