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AN: My first attempt at posting for anything and I do have a much happier story in the making but I saw this prompt on Pinterest and I had to write this out. It is a bittersweet story but one that had to be told.
The Fiftieth
I stood in line waiting for my turn at the hostess stand when a flash of brunette caught my eye. That color was engrained on my brain for years. Every time I looked at her I had to smile because she was happy and that was enough. As I stood lost in memories of the past I had to smile because that is what she would have wanted.
The line surged forward one step and I moved with it on impulse. Thoughts of her still made my heart beat faster. It was hard to believe the day had come so quickly. The anniversary of the day she changed my life, marking me as hers forever. I played with my rings as they settled again on my fingers. I usually wore them on a necklace because my fingers were now too slender to hold them, but today of all days I wore them where they belonged.
The line surged again and once more I was drawn into memories. Watching our children grow into adults, watching our grandchildren teetering around the house. Our family was quite big now with great grandchildren on the way. "Oh Miranda, my love how happy we are," my thoughts tumbled around coming back to the present.
"Ma'am how can I help you?" the sweet face of the hostess returned me fully to why I was here in the first place.
"It's our fiftieth anniversary!" I smiled at her, "Table for one please."