Microfiction Day 293 – ‘Years Gone By’

I saw my old teacher in the supermarket today.

That man who commanded the class. Who told everyone to call him Ed, that Mr Tayforth was his dad, said with a smile that made some of the girls who liked to think they were older than they were giggle.

There he was, squinting at a packet of polenta, smaller somehow, but I realised it was because I’m just taller.

I’m older now than he was then. Considerably so. I started walking over to say hello but changed my mind.

We didn’t need to remind each other of years gone by.