By Richard Otterwell
Walking back from the hospital, where the news had not been good, he encountered his old buddy from the sixties whom he hadn’t seen in forty years. In fact, he thought that he remembered having read his obituary. As they reminisced, he found himself confiding that he would give the rest of his life for another day in 1965.
Later, hearing the distinctive opening bars of ‘Like A Rolling Stone’ coming from a shop he was passing, he saw, in the shop window reflection, a man looking back at him wearing a pink paisley shirt, bell-bottom hipsters, and Cuban heeled boots.
“Those were the days my friend.”
Thank you … yes they were!=.
-we thought they’d never end.
Thanks ….. Is that Mary Hopkin writing under a pseudonym?
Really enjoyed this story. I like how it’s open ended and we are not sure if he is dead or not. Wish I was alive during those days. At least I got to experience the 80’s a little.
Thank you …. liked your comment re: ‘open ended’ . Editor initially tried to persuade me to make it more specific.
Unforgiving past chases like the ghost. Mysterious. Commendable.
Thank you
Nostalgia with an eerie twist. Well done!
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Thank you Michael
What a great story!
So glad you didn’t listen to your editor.
Thanks – glad you liked it
Ooh I like that. That’s about how far wishing takes you.
I liked this piece! Its fun going back!
Thanks Karen
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