A Matter of Time

I hadn’t seen Josh for ten years when he found me on Facebook. After an avalanche of messages he arranged to meet me beneath the Town Hall clock. As it struck the hour, a taller, leaner version of the schoolboy he’d been loped towards me. ‘Livvy. Good to see you.’ He didn’t hug me, just thrust his hands into the pockets of his jeans and rocked on his heels. His sunglasses sat among dark curls. I gazed at him. ‘You haven’t changed since high school.’ ‘Thanks.’ He chuckled....