Flashback

The pages of my old university magazine turn quickly until my eyes stop on a page. A face in a photograph looks familiar and, on closer inspection, so does the name. Then it hits me and I remember who the person is. And then the memories of a moment return. Sitting together under a bridge, both drunk, watching the world go by. One of us waiting for an action from the other, which never came. I have often thought about what would have happened, what if...but I will never know, and maybe that is just as well.