Pamela smiled, her eyes tear-filmed.
“But we didn’t,” I said. “That’s the truth of it. And no amount of speculation can give us a chance now.”
“But there’s still a chance for us.”
“Yes.”
“Well.” Pamela stood. “Did you mean it, about keeping in touch?”
I stood too. “Yes.”
We walked together to the library main entrance, where she smiled, touched my shoulder, and left.
It’s not often that ghosts from my memories take shape and confront me. This one continued down the steps and up the sidewalk without a backward glance.
John Walters is an American writer who spent 35 years abroad in Greece, Italy, India, Bangladesh, and other countries. He currently lives in Seattle, Washington, USA, with two of his five sons. His website is johnwalterswriter.com.