Flash Fiction - Cambridge in June

It's a golden afternoon for the golden boys and girls of Cambridge. Sweltering sun in a midsummer sky as cloudless as the horizons of the graduands as they make their gowned procession to the Senate Hall. The culmination of three years of honing their intellects to perfection, basking in their sense of entitlement. The world awaits them with awe - who knows what they will be? Champagne and strawberries beneath the painted gaze of the worthies who have gone before. Afterwards, photographs and a punt to seal the occasion in memory. Why is anticipation so much sweeter than its realisation? It is these moments on the cusp of something that are the most precious, titillating us with promise, with endless possibilities, with the sense of what might be. We all love beginnings.