Wordle #985 - IMAGE
I nearly fumble my phone onto the floor as I hurry to remove it from my tote bag.
I pull up a photo of Roy—my favorite photo of him. Taken on a trip to Kauai for our first anniversary. He’s laughing. A crab had just scuttled across his foot, startling him, and I snapped the picture. I can still smell the briny air, still feel the breath-warm breeze that had lifted Roy’s dark hair away from his eyes. He looks so vital, so alive…
A lump catches in my throat like a stale Ritz cracker.
I almost don’t want to show Eugene the image anymore. It feels too intimate, too exposed, to share this with a stranger. Like throwing open my diary for anyone to see.
But I can feel Eugene’s and Karen’s eyes on me, waiting. Resigned, I turn my phone toward Eugene.
“Is this the man Bree was arguing with?”
Eugene leans in close for a better look, his nose mere inches away from the screen. He shakes his head.
“No, it was a white guy, blond hair. Looked like one of those gym rats, you know?”
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