Kind Memories in Photo Frames – by Isabella Whedbee (High School)

Once again, she counted the things she could talk about with him.
She stopped pacing and fell into a sofa. She immediately stepped back up to fix the frame she put extra time into finding.
Yet the specific frame held no value to what she saw in the photo. Two students smiling under a cloud of royal purple. The cheap crown on her head and sash. Her leaning on him in the shade of curls stuck in a state of falling for eternity under the stars.
And Him, of course.
That was ages ago. Love dissipated like sugar in water. It became nothing more than sweet photographed memories.
Now, he called her for an unexpected road trip. “Yeah, I rented out a car, just like high school remember?” He asked. She nodded.
She thought of all the possessions she would want to hide from him. Her embellished napkins. The plethora of dusty history books. All things that brought vitality to her and annoyance to her former self and maybe Him.
Soon they rode off. He spoke the first words. Casually about the good old days. Then awkward silence came. Fear set in. She realized this whole time she had nothing to say besides the obvious.
“Is this all we have? Simple memories?” She contemplated.
They finally entered a small rest stop. She paced around the Wisteria trees growing on lonely patches of fertile dirt. Things she believed to preserve the fossils of the past, a pristine cloud of curls that stayed perfect forever.
But now, the wind resumed their delicate movements towards their descent to the ground. Finally.
He stepped towards her with a smile, “ I was reading up on the history of this place, and this rest stop was one of the first in the state. I know it’s kind of weird-”
“That’s… something I would’ve never thought you’d notice. ” she laughed.
Sure there was pleasantness in staying frozen in time, but it shocks many to see how beautiful Wisterias are when they finally descend freely.
“But no. It’s not weird at all.”
Learn more about the contest which inspired this story:  Nutshell Narratives 2019-03
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