a chance encounter

It was purely a chance phone encounter with an old friend who has since made it to celebrity and the big time. We said our hellos and briefly caught up mostly about his new found fame and sizable fortune. No agenda, we were just touching base. My turn at the pause, I condensed my past 30 years into a potent nutshell and handed it to him. Dead silence… and then he dropped both the nut, the shell and the phone call all within seconds leaving me with a dial tone. Funny how people change, or perhaps how they never do when your story ceases to be worth their read.
Six months have passed and I just read a newspaper article about him and his six indictments. I didn’t gloat or credit karma for the news. I cried a little that, nut and all, he missed my happy ending which I think maybe could have helped to change his.