Forty Nine

Lucile Johnson was in her bedroom when the message came into her phone. She reached for the phone on her bed and opened it up. It was the photo she requested from her aunt Nena.

The photo of her supposed fiancé. She opened up the JPEG file excitedly but the image that appeared after the file had downloaded left her in utter shock. The face on the image was surprisingly familiar. This was a face she knew all too well and the shock she felt now was overwhelming.

She quickly dropped the phone and buried her awestruck lips behind her palms.

“oh my god’ she thought aloud “could this really be? After all these years? He has shown up again?” the questions kept on flashing through her mind as she remained astonished at the turn of events.

This was a blast from the past, one which had come rather unexpectedly. “I need to inform aunt Nena” she thought, as she picked up her phone to dial her Nena’s number again.

There was a beep at the ring, indicating that the line was busy. Lucile reached