Fifty Years


To their credit, Harry and Emma could still make the climb. Fifty years ago, the view had been much clearer. Was it cataracts or smog? 

Joe promised they would wed, when he had enough cash and credit to get a mortgage on the hillside property. Fifty years and still no ring. 

She savored this quiet time with her man. Tomorrow, fifty years of descendants would arrive to celebrate Mother’s Day. Nice, but noisy.  

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