The Blue Dress

The Blue Dress

She was wearing a blue dress. Her best blue dress, and the butterfly
broach that came from her mother. Her head was thrown back in laughter,
and her carefree hair was tousled by the wind. Her hands rested lightly
on the railings. Foam flecked sea and racing clouds.
With stiff fingers he closed the photo album. He smiled. Forty years.
He still remembered that laugh.