Old friends John and Cynthia, and Paul and Jane, ran into each other at a Liverpool art exhibit.
” ‘Ey Paulie”, John intoned, “Remember that band of ours? What were we, bloody Bea’les with an ‘A’?”
“Yeah”, Paul admitted. “Stu’s murder in ’60 scared us into quittin’.”
“Teachin’ at Dovedale Primary’s nice,” he went on, “But we might ‘ave done something with that.”
“Anyway”, John said, “George and Ringo are electricians and we’re all ‘appy. We should get in touch with them, Patti, and Mo later on.”
The foursome, none under seventy, hung around in an atmosphere of deafening silence.
Each week Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads us in Friday Fictioneers, an attempt to write a hundred~word story based upon a photograph. This week’s Photograph was provided by Claire Fuller.