Alive In Head

An Old Friend

It was a grey overcast day. It had been months since Emily shifted and now she was familiar with the neighborhood. It was a pretty usual day, she was chopping a green apple to make make some juice. Suddenly the door bell rang. Emily was confused and little surprised as she wasn't expecting anyone to come. She opened the door to find a tall, middle aged man. "Hi, I saw you through your dining room's window while walking by. Do you remember me? I'm Peter. We were batchmates.", the middle aged man said. "Oh hi Peter. Ofcourse I remember you. Wanna come in? I was gonna make some tea." replied Emily. The man entered the house and began looking around. He touched the paintings and antiques with utmost care. He asked questions regarding Emily and her life and Emily answered his questions with a smiling face. Within a flick it was late and the man left. Emily sat on her couch with a confused face and an awkward posture.

She looked for her photo album and turned pages to find Peter. There he was right beside Nicholas. He looked much chubbier, shorter and his forehead was devoid of any folds.