Webcam yahoo chat legs of the coffee table were slewed at a strange angle. The photo cube of six happy frozen moments was crushed on the floor. She sat on the settee and stared at the distorted photographs in cracked pieces of clear plastic, then carefully balanced her mug on the sloping table and picked up the damaged mementos of her past.
Her face beaming happiness. Her wedding dress. Wayne's sloppy yahoo chat webcam
She extracted the picture from the damaged cube and ritualistically tore it in half. She held the two pieces at arms length and let them drop. The message of her sundered marriage fluttered to the floor.
The next picture. Newly weds in the dining room of their honeymoon hotel. Wayne's favourite picture. His broad grin and her startled look.
"Smile for the camera," he said.
She still remembered her feelings of confusion when he stroked her thigh beneath the folds of the table cloth. She giggled when he whispered, "I want to touch my loving wife, open your legs."
She complied.
"Don't move or he'll know what we're doing," Wayne whispered as the photographer approached.
"Smile for the camera," webcam yahoo chat said, as his finger pushed past the edge of her panties.
"Now that's one photograph that will really hold a memory."
He kissed her, tongue and finger entering her simultaneously, while the room full of people all around them continued to talk and laugh and eat.
It was shocking, confusing, webcam yahoo chat exciting. They went to their room soon after and made love.
She tore the photograph carefully, first separating the bodies from each other, then the heads from the bodies. These pieces joined the others on the floor.
The next picture was already damaged. Her father, mother and sister Hariet, all in wedding day finery.
Georgina began to cry. The tears were for her father. She missed him terribly. She'd always been webcam chat yahoo girl, his princess. Hariet was two years older than Georgina. She was the aggressive one, stroppy when she didn't get her own way. Jealous of the closeness of father and second daughter. Hariet demanded independence early in her young years. When she was eighteen she set herself up in her own flat. The more tractable Georgina was still coming home by ten so that daddy wouldn't worry.
She lent back in the settee and closed her eyes, almost unaware of the tears streaking her cheeks. She remembered her teenhood. Sunny days. A smiling father, a tired mother, webcam yahoo chat scowling sister. Ice creams and picnics. |
