John once told Anna, “When I saw you for the first time in that red evening gown…that’s when I fell in love!”
As an anniversary gift, she hired a portrait photographer. He would arrive in the morning. She always did better in the mornings. The hospice nurse helped her bathe, and her sister June helped with her hair and make-up.
It took every ounce of energy that Anna had to sit in the chair and hold her shoulders and chin high. In between takes, she rested her head on the table. She didn’t realize that the photographer captured those moments too.
When the proofs arrived Anna naturally chose one where she was sitting tall, smiling, barely a hint of illness or pain showing on her lovely face. That portrait now graces the mantle in John’s office. But it is the photo pictured above that he carries with him always.
~kat ~27 October 2015
This story is for FFfAW’s (Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers) weekly photo prompt. If you would like to read other stories or join the challenge yourself click HERE.