A Friend From A Long Time Ago

There was a girl at primary school who I haven’t spoken to properly since 1995, probably. I used to see her now and again, either in some corridor at secondary school or, later, across some crowded pub in the village. Maybe once or twice between 1995 and 2005 we said hello to each other. She would seem sad.

I haven’t seen her or thought about her in years.

But last night I dreamt that I met her out on some mountain path. She was healthy and happy and laughing, walking across the fells in bad weather, at night.


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