Snapshot Story

Boy meets girl. It is 1989.  We make things up.

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We pose for a picture.  Kansas wheat fields wave and hay is rolled. I’m bleach blonde, your hair pitch-black, our shirts tucked in.

It’s back to school without you.

No cell phones, email, texts, GPS; but we are here. Sending letters of love across 1,500 miles until those California Santa Ana winds catch me.

It’s clear. Our family begins on a hay bale beneath a big blue sky. From here on out, we make up more stuff, un-tuck our shirts, stop fussing with our hair so much.

 

[Open the first photo album you can find — real or virtual, your call — and stop at the first picture of yourself you see there . Tell us the story of that photo.] http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/snapshot-stories/

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12 thoughts on “Snapshot Story

  1. This post made me smile. Young love beautifully portrayed in words and images. And maybe its the hair, but you seem to have had a Stevie Nicks thing going on.

    1. Oh, I thought I had it all going on in 1989. I was a wild heart (nods to Stevie). This marked the end of sowing my oats, and dragging guys’ hearts around. Oh. The 80’s. Thanks for the flashback to music. I did love Tom Petty who sang with Stevie.

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