It was twenty-nine years ago, yet I can still remember when I close my eyes.

I can’t recall why we missed the parade. I hate standing for those anyways, and she wasn’t there.

Our picnic spot was good of course with her there—anywhere would have been perfect.

Once the sun set it wasn’t the fireworks, but the dark between them I waited for, stealing kisses to avoid my father’s notice.

The flag and the anthem arrived all too soon announcing the end.

©Graymayne