We didn’t have much time. But, I didn’t know that back then. It was the year my best friend and I turned thirteen. Besides memories, all I have left from the last summer Noelle and I spent together are my three favorite pictures. One is a cheat, because I didn’t take it. To be honest, I’m not sure who did.
Noelle and I were at our neighborhood park, sitting at the edge of the pond. Thirty feet away, a fountain splashed water toward our bare feet, which we dangled in the cool water. We’re both laughing hysterically at something; I wish I could remember what. Noelle’s head is thrown back, her face tipped to the sky, her eyes are clinched, and the fingers of both hands curl around long, green grass that sprouts from under her legs. And me, I’m looking right at her.
Sometimes, as I stare at that photograph, I wonder if we both had a clue about what was drawing near. With Noelle gripping the ground like she didn’t want to be torn away, and me simply staring like I’m trying to memorize every aspect of her that I can, it isn’t so hard for me to believe that we’d heard a whisper carried on the wind. If only the message had been a shout, if only we could have prepared, everything in my world might still be right side up.
"Jesus Christ, lady! Would you just shut the fuck up and listen to the man? You can't use none of them pictures! Look -- there's thirty people behind you now, and we all want to get our licenses and get the fuck on with our lives."
Opening: Anonymous.....Continuation: ril