First Time Ever

This post is written for Sunday Photo Fiction. My story follows the picture prompt. Enjoy!


I remember the first time I saw Sara. I was in the 7th grade and it was lunch period. I ran across the street with some of my buddies to take a peek at the new model Chevrolets that were parked across the street under canvas coverings on a car carrier. The car makers at that time changed the looks of the new models in the fall and shipped the first few under coverings to the show rooms. I soon fell in love with a 1957 Chevrolet. On that day I also fell in love with Sara.

I looked back and saw her and one of her girlfriends looking at the “stupid boys” as she would later relate. There was something special about her, something I can’t explain even until this day, that made me suddenly realize there might be something more important than new cars.

It took me also a full month before I could even find the courage to talk to her without appearing like an idiot.

A memory that I still cherish to this day. Fifty seven years later. Fifty one of them as my wife.  And two years after her death.

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