The Last Photograph

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


Each photograph burns a different way. 

 

The ones she had taken on the beach seemed to be soaked in the salt water, burning in odd colors and curling, popping like driftwood. Pictures taken at the wedding were bitter-sweet, but that was just her mind by now. 

 

Beside her the box of photographs was almost empty, churning and sputtering in the fire before her. 

 

Her fingers clutched onto one of the last photographs in the box, graying and fuzzy. Her mother and husband at the train station. Taking a shaking breath, her mind went back to that moment in time. 

 

The buzzing chatter of those on the platform going to and fro, news on everyone's lips about the recent discovery. Time Dilation splashed across headlines by the end of the day and her husband, the sweet loving man she had met in their first years of university, had been one of the leading scientists. 

 

It was that bright morning that the three of them were to leave for the capital and show their findings to the president. She remembered the words of her husband and his team, how it would change everything.

 

“It will save everyone, Lavinia, you have to see why we need to go. We will save these people.”

 

When they made it to the capital, to the celebratory parade that accompanied the scientists that would stop all of this, she thought this would have been the end. They did tests, set up the monitors and the whizzing motors. Everyone worked tirelessly, just like she did and her husband did and all the soldiers and the president's men. 

 

Yet it still came, and it tore them apart. 

 

First, in the places unseen, where their research could not penetrate, where the dilation became rhythmatic and it settled into its loop. When contact was lost, with the towns and cities, they reached for each other. Some reached for God. 

 

No matter how many times she would burn this photo, it would always be the first to come back into her hands. She was thankful at least, as the loop began its painful beginning, she had this to comfort her. 

 


Submitted: May 09, 2020

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