A Life in Snapshots

August 14, 2016
By empem678 SILVER, Santa Fe, New Mexico
empem678 SILVER, Santa Fe, New Mexico
5 articles 0 photos 0 comments

He was seventeen
She was twelve
She saw him fixing his uncle's cadillac
over the gap between white picket fences
and lent him her mother's wrench
He flashed her a smile she'd never forget


He was twenty four
She was nineteen
He needed a place to stay the week
She had a small college dorm room
They made it work
through smuggled cafeteria pizza
and gently whispered good nights


He was thirty
She was twenty five
He took her on their first date
all smiles and chivalry and holding doors
candlelit dinner under the new moon
She never wanted it to end


He was thirty seven
She was thirty two
They brought their first child
to their cookie cutter home
with their own white picket fence
and their stolen kisses fizzled and died
under the weight of new responsibility


He was forty three
She was thirty eight
His voice laced with venom
He yelled at her for the first time
traded his family for his business trip
She cried for hours locked in her bedroom
so the kids wouldn't see


He was forty nine
She was forty four
He threw her back against a wall
storms brewing in his big grey eyes
She ran too quickly into the street
tears clouding her judgement
The storms didn't pass


He was fifty seven
She was forever forty four
He waved his last child off to college
He was finding it easier to forget that night
Every now and then her smile flashed
uninvited through his mind
He couldn't bring himself to recall her face
illuminated by the oncoming traffic

Similar Articles


This article has 1 comment.

on Aug. 18 2016 at 10:53 am
Kimina_Kat GOLD, Youngstown, Ohio
19 articles 0 photos 23 comments

Favorite Quote:
"You can't stop being afraid just by pretending everything that scares you isn't there."

I don't even know what to say other than wow. Your writing has power.


MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!