This Monday, we got notice that my husband’s boyhood pal in Caneyville had passed away. Today, we’re going to the funeral. Charlie and Tom got back in contact several years ago, and they’ve emailed and talked on the phone. We’ve been down to Caneyville to meet him–and another childhood friend, Martha Jane–for lunch, and they’ve been here to visit us. Charlie has loved knowing his friend again. This is a sad day.
Writing prompt: The obvious–remember a childhood friend, imagine resuming friendship. Nobody dies, unless that’s how you need for the story to go.