Actually, it was the picture in his wallet.

Today, at the fast food counter. A elderly gentleman in front of me was paying for his breakfast. He pulled out his wallet and while fishing for the right bills I clearly saw the first photograph inside-black and white, probably copied/scanned recently and cropped to fit in the wallet.

A young woman, high school age, circa 1955. Shoulder length hair with flipped up ends. A strand of pearls above discreet collar and below a smile of immense optimism. Frozen in time. Right where he was.

-and they say romance is dead.

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