“Closing up,” I hollered over my shoulder as I stood by the light switch off to the side of the bleachers.
“No time for a quick game, Ducks?”
I froze, my hand motionless atop the switch. My heart suddenly beat madly in my chest as my brain tried to latch on to the image of that nearly-forgotten person, to that voice of his. “That you, John?” I managed, my voice echoing out in all directions.
“Someone else call you Ducks?” came the reply.
I chuckled nervously and turned. He was suddenly standing not twenty feet away, smiling broadly, eyes twinkling beneath the fluorescent lights. “Nope,” I told him. “Thankfully, no one’s needed to.” Twenty feet became ten, then five, my heartbeat doubling every time the distance halved. “What are you doing here, John?”
“What, not glad to see me?”
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