She looks in the mirror.
She frowns.
“Happy birthday, my love.”
“Hmm.”
“Turning sixty is tough.”
“The worst.”
“Well, you said you wanted to grow old together.”
“Yeah, but I was young and beautiful then.”
“You’re still beautiful.”
“Nice try.”
Vehicles containing three daughters and five grandsons arrive.
She smiles.
The story is (mostly) fiction. The photo is from our wedding, way back when.
Based on the Along The Hudson prompt: Write a fifty-word story (fiction, poem, or work of CNF) about the passage of time.
So few words, so much said.
There you go, keep on a walkin!