The two women, lifelong best friends, were standing behind the large clock on the mezzanine level of the railway station when Beverly saw tears welling up in her BFF’s eyes.
“Annie, sweetie,” Beverly said, reaching out and grabbing her friend’s hand. “What is the matter, honey?”
Annie sighed. “Standing here, Beverly, I just feel like life is passing us by and we are falling so far behind the times.”
Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales prompt. Photo credit: Stijn te Strake via Unsplash