Profile, Submission 11 by Ryan Wrenn

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         The dress is flimsy, some faded floral number from probably high school if he remembers correctly. She wears it when she’s alone or just with him. It’s shear in some places from wear. The blue looks white at a distance. There are two buttons on the back that were cannibalized from another, similar dress three years ago. He had to sew it because she forgot how well before they met.

         She trots down to the waves as he struggles to keep up, saying something into the wind that he cannot hear. The sun is low above the water and their shadows seem to reach up the empty beach in back of them. He raises his camera and shoots. Clicks the button to review the last photo taken. Her profile, blocking entirely the sun as it sets, fills the frame. Dark and featureless. He frowns.

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