A Face In The Crowd...

As my bus was arriving into the city center, I looked out and saw a face.  I had enough time to recognise it as someone I had not seen for over 10 years.  When I knew him, it was during the years that I used to go over to Arreton Manor on the Isle of Wight for 2 weeks in the summer (around 1993-1998) to re-enact.  I knew that back then he lived in Sneinton - the same district I now find myself living in.  But over the years, we lost contact.  I got off the bus and ran off in the direction I saw him go.  Not a sign.

The face in the crowd was gone...