Bessie was saucy and bright. The flip of her hair when she turned her head to say “hello” had broken more hearts than you could count with an abacus. She had a smile like a slice of cherry pie. And eyes that promised the moon. Hands down she was the cutest gal on the block.
She was game for most anything. She tried to smoke once in order to get that sophisticated look. But it made her cough and she hated how her clothes reeked later. Sometimes she’d laugh at a risque joke if it was especially clever. She even went skinny dipping once with the preacher’s son figuring that he’d never blab about it. But he did.
Years passed. Her skin turned to parchment. Then to dust. Then Bessie was gone. This is all that remains. A picture of a brimming-with-life girl posing on a fake beach.