Left to memory
July 28, 2009It was not the usual way nights went in this town. It was so much more glittery, slippery as a fish, sparkling like a spray of water in sunlight.
He spun her beside a fountain, and her heel caught between the cobblestones. She laughed the whole time, laughing, laughing, like it was the funniest moment of her whole life.
The only regret he had was leaving his camera at home. He feared by morning he would have already forgotten how happy she was in those moments. He wished he could have captured her smile, kept it always.
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