Take me back…
To that warm summer’s evening. The scent of jasmine blew gently on the breeze.
She sat under the gnarled old tree. Her eyes sparkled with laughter as we talked and held hands.
I am there with her. I can hear the music of her voice. Feel the curves of her warm body. Smell her perfume. Her hair caresses my cheek as she whispers to me.
“Mr Kelly, are you out of bed? Looking at those old photographs again?”
The vision fades. Sterile walls materialise around me as I close the faded album and shuffle back to bed.
Written by Peter Larsen
Peter is a secondary teacher at Traralgon College in Victoria, Australia.