“If I go, I’ll keep my eyes open for you,” he said.
I got out and the train started to move. I gave him a bit of a wave, and he nodded, and then he was gone.
I didn’t see him again. I didn’t actually stop going to Sandown altogether: There was no need for that. On the other hand, there was no great urge to bump into him again.
I’m an old man now, but I still turn the whole thing over in my mind, not every day, but often.
Copyright ©; 2005 by Eric Wright.