LOOSE ENDS
‘The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.’
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES
It was today.
Meg Tudor turned the well-handled invitation in her hands, breath catching sharply in her throat. She scanned the words for the hundredth time.
Class Reunion!
You are invited to re-join the 1991 class of Bells Bay High.
Party at Echo Beach, just like we used to!
To an outsider of the class of ‘91, the letter signified nothing more than a corny get together at a local beach that happened to share its name with a popular song from the ‘80s. That old Martha and the Muffins tune had jingled regularly through Meg’s head lately, recalling the comparatively carefree days of Year 12.
Hard to believe 30 years had flown by. Back then, any dream see
