The woman had one of those old fashioned cameras, the kind that spits the picture out immediately. He thought how simultaneously archaic and futuristic that was. She shook the photo around a bit and they came into focus, the two of them sitting on a bench, back to the photographer, looking fresh in love.
“Thought you might like this. Waiting for your ship to come in.” She smiled.
He didn’t have the heart to tell her they were watching their ship sail out.
He thanked her, tucked the photo into his jacket.
The three of them went their separate ways.
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