"Mel? Mel Cromley?"
"Right… And it's?…"
"Fred. Fred Dwarkin…Remember me?"
Mel and Fred hadn't seen one another in years.
"Of course, Dwarkin."
What were the chances of such a meeting on a street in Philadelphia?
"I thought you were dead, Mel."
"No… No, I haven't died."
"Not in a car accident, huh?"
Fred seemed to recall hearing that Mel died in an accident.
"No… No car accident, Fred. I did have a skiing accident, though."
Skiing, huh?
Fred couldn't believe it. Mel, so uncoordinated, taking up skiing? And not dying in a skiing accident either?
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David Sydney is a physician. He has had pieces in Little Old Lady Comedy, 101 Words, Microfiction Monday, 50 Give or Take, Friday Flash Fiction, Grey Sparrow Journal, Bright Flash Literary Review, Disturb the Universe, Pocket Fiction, R U Joking, Entropy Squared, and Rue Scribe.