Sunday 2nd July 1978
As Edward drew near, the boy took a step forwards. They embraced, Edward kissing the top of his son's head, then swung round to face Linda, Edward's arm still around Rupert's shoulder as he leaned down to whisper something in the boy's ear.
Rupert grinned, and looked directly at Linda. He was a tall, slightly scrawny boy – more so than on the photograph she'd been shown – and wore black drainpipe trousers over red and black baseball boots, topped off by an over-long red tartan jacket that covered a black T-shirt emblazoned with white lettering. His hair, tightly curled by the damp in the air, would probably cover his collar if straightened out.
As Linda stepped up the slight step onto the dry concrete under the canopy, she got the distinct impression that the boy had been up all night. Surely he couldn't be wearing eyeliner?
The WiP is progressing ever faster thanks to picowrimo, which incidentally is still open for more to join in this month and/or next month.
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