The Girl in the Gallery

Henry held Kate tightly in his arms as they looked at the city lights dancing on the bay. The last of their guests had left the party, and they were left alone to their own memories. Kate traced the embossed text on the invitation for their anniversary celebration with her finger. “Fifty years,” she whispered, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

Henry nuzzled her behind the ear, and she purred like she always did when he touched her that way, the way she did the day they met their senior year of high school back in 1994. “I still remember the day we met like it was yesterday,” Henry said, his lips brushing against her neck. Kate closed her eyes and was transported back to the beginning of it all, when everything was new, emotions ran raw, and anything was possible.