Reunion

A bored and listless postal worker accepts an invitation to revisit his past and confront his former nemesis.

     The next day, I booked a red-eye to New York and began packing for the trip.  I’d been away for years, rarely visiting anymore.  I lost contact with old friends and had begun a new life in Oregon.  The invitation piqued my desire to see how my native home had changed.  

     I imagined, for a moment, moving back to Brooklyn, and renting a tiny studio overlooking a park or playground. A five hundred square foot flat for fifteen hundred a month would come with a loud, hissing radiator that kicks in at the wrong time, keeping me awake all night.  I’d apply for and get my old messenger job back as well.