He was too stunned to say anything. He couldn’t believe his ears. He somehow managed to say a few words… usual words.
“Hello, how are we?”
“Good, you haven’t forgotten it. You are shocked, no? You were sure that I was…..”
“Let’s meet….same place. They altered it, now it’s a fantastic…..”
He didn’t respond. He felt a tremor.
“What fun it was, to be young and……. reckless?” Suddenly Rayaan sounded cold and unemotional.
He wasn’t listening. He was back in Stained Glass and the brawl. He had wounded Rayaan, fatally. All these years he was sure Rayaan was dead.
A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt
Word Count 100