It was on a Tuesday when Jim started his job teaching PE at his old high-school, with a side assignment working with the theater class. He would be working with students building the sets for this year’s production.
A month later, the first in-service day, a time for the faculty to work on papers or other projects, when Jim found himself on the subway into downtown Manhattan heading for a theater supply company.
At the shop the proprietor greeted him, “Good afternoon, welcome back.”
Startled with the greeting, Jim asked, “Do I know you?”
“Well, I recognize you from years ago. You and a young girl were in some production, and needed costumes for a balcony scene. In this job you have to remember faces.”
Jim thought for a minute, “Yes, we were. Boy you have a memory. Have you seen her, I haven’t since graduation.”
“Where are you now?” asked the old-timer.
Jim grinned, “I’m at the old school, on far western Long Island.”
“I’ve heard of, Brooklyn,” chuckled the old-timer.
“Well, I’m just getting away from the building and looking for sources for this year’s sets. Just let me browse.”
“Sure,” said the old-timer, “take your time.”
For Sunday Photo Fiction – March 19th 2017 Each week a photo is used, donated by one of the participants of Sunday Photo Fiction, and the idea is to write a story with the photo as a prompt in around 200 words. The photo doesn’t have to be centre stage
This week’s photo is © A Mixed Bag