Another Date in Time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


“What do you suppose it means?” she asked him for the fourth time, thinking that he’d need a better response than—

“I don’t know,” he said again. His head was already resting on his arms crossed on the table. The picture sat between them though he hadn’t looked at it for a long time. After his first glance he looked away as if whatever secrets it held were as insignificant as its size.

She sighed and pulled the picture towards her. “What about those numbers at the top?” she said. “It looks like a date.”

“So?” he asked, his word muffled through limbs and cloth. “We knew it was an old picture.”

She nudged him and he picked his head off the table. There wasn’t much on the table to look at anyway, and staring at the thin grains of wood—that looked painted on—was less interesting than she was. He looked up at the ceiling instead and saw it was white with little holes and black spots. He wondered if the rooms were created to be bland just to make the class’ contents seem exciting.

“Search this date,” she said and pushed the laptop closer to him. He dutifully entered the date into the search and turned the screen so she could read the results. “Well a Russian pilot executed the first loop… the Belgian Prime Minister died… a good wheat harvest…”

“So nothing happened,” he said and leaned back in his chair, looking once more at the ceiling. “Great. Just make something up about what it means and hand it in, I don’t care.”

She sighed again, and he decided that her sighs were slightly less annoying than the assignment. “Look, let’s just think about this for a bit longer and see what we can come up with.”

“Why? What does it matter? All those people in that picture are dead, they don’t matter anymore.”

She couldn’t believe she’d gotten paired with him, but he was the one who’d sat beside her. He didn’t mind the partnership because he knew she was intelligent, not because he liked her.

“Okay,” she said, and her persistence made him groan in frustration. “There’s an old woman with a tall man in the forefront, a man and a woman are watching them from the side, the sun is bright, people are casting shadows.” She waited expectantly.

He sat up and looked at the picture closely, a few inches from his face, as if mocking her. “It’s a bunch of nobodies doing nothing on a day where nothing happened. It literally makes no difference to our lives. Our lives aren’t like that. It means squat. A hundred years from now if someone is looking at a picture of this classroom they’ll say the exact same thing.”

She peered at him as he leaned back against the seat. The afternoon sun lit his face. He turned towards her, all dark hair and shadowed eyes. She took out her phone, and clicked.


Submitted: May 03, 2020

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Anastasia Kis

I'd like to read a dialogue based on a picture she has taken :) Nice one!

Thu, May 7th, 2020 6:13pm

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