The Best of Times

“I wish I could go back to that time in my life, the best of times, and live it all again.”

Her companion wheeled her chair closer. “Oh, when would that be?”

“I guess in my early 30s. When my children were young.”

“That was a happy time for me, too,” her friend said. “I was so madly in love with my children.”

“Yeah. Great grandkids just aren’t the same. I mean, I love them, but . . . ”

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

2 thoughts on “The Best of Times”

  1. The old couple sat on the porch . The plastic chairs were finely dusted with the early morning spray of rain. The leaves of the potted plants dripped steadily with weighted pearls of moisture .

    The air was crisp , rain washed . Both held a cup each . His morning herbal tea , her coffee sans sugar . Both sat and took a simultaneous sip . The resultant sigh was also simultaneous .

    He started to talk , about something , somewhere , in the distant past . She tried listening , then she gave up . He continued talking , his voice a comfortable , familiar sound in the background . She looked at him , with a faraway smile . Somewhere on the horizon , the sun broke out from behind the cloud cover . A dazzling rainbow flooded the vista . It was magical . With his thick glasses , he missed the light effect by the providence .

    “It was the best of the times , wasn’t it ? ” He rounded off his reminiscing .

    She smiled . Almost grabbed him by his chin and turned his face to the glorious sky , and asked “What about now ? Eh?”

    But she just smiled and held his hand , the free hand .

  2. The Best of Times must be remembered, taken advantage of, and viewed as special. We all will experience those times, identified as the best of times. It doesn’t matter how short or long our lives are, the best of times will come. So don’t miss the opportunity to seize them.

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