Photo prompt-copy right Melanie Greenwood
Three of us met, not knowing that it would be the last time we would be together. Fred had joined a seminary. Kail had, following footsteps of his father and brother, started a retail outlet. I was trying to become a civil servant and to realize my father’s aspiration.
It was not a season to accept invitation of the chairs. We walked under deep blue sky and talked of our dreams. Our dreams were bright and cloudless.
A year later Kail died in an accident.
I lost touch with Fred.
Only memories remain of our last togetherness and shared dreams.
Word count 100
A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff