(Photo: copyright by Adam Ickes)
Stan glanced at the tattered photo of a boardwalk leading to a red-roofed pavilion. He’d taken it the day he’d met his wife on a bird-watching expedition. They’d returned each fall to record new entries in their log books and celebrate their chance meeting.
For the first time, he noticed a stray weed snaking onto the once pristine boards of the now overgrown, irreparable walkway. Ironically, he realized the story of the boardwalk echoed that of his marriage: unnoticed, the seeds of dissolution had crept in, compromised the framework and eventually destroyed all but his memories of a better time.
(Written for Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. March 14, 2015.)