Scenario: The photo

I rambled on in Clearly Unfocused to finally have the light bulb of an idea appear over my head.  Ding!
I am back again to write up that idea as another impromptu scenario and see how it goes...
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She wouldn't have been able to tell you at the time what made her go into her closet and take down that old box.  Maybe it was the accumulation of quiet evenings spent all alone.  Maybe she was looking for something that could fill that particular end of the day without expending any energy.  Maybe she thought it was a good way to escape from the permeating melancholy that had invaded her life recently by the moving out of her ex live-in boyfriend.
She didn't have more than a sigh left as far as feelings for that relationship.  It was over and done, she thought, as she hefted the box up and carried it out of the closet and set it on her old worktable in the extra room.  She stood over it and opened the flaps.  She reached in and drew out a handful of snapshots.  She held them in her hand and settled down into the chair she kept at the table.  She was already looking at the picture on the top, moving it to her other hand and putting it down as she did the same with the next photo and the next.  She placed each down on the table after she scanned it.
It had been ages since she had gone through the old photographs.  They were thrown into the box with no rhyme or reason.  There was no order to the chaotic assortment and as she finished looking through one handful, she would reach in and get another mix of pictures where she was 4 years old to ones when she was 15 and older.  Her mother had shoved the box in her arms when she moved away from home.  She had insisted she take them with her.
She had progressed through a good measure of pictures and had them randomly stacked on the table.  She went in to get another handful and had to stop and stare at the one that appeared on the top.  There were two people in the picture and she was one of them.  She was 18 in the picture.  She knew that immediately.  She saw the simple county fair and remembered how she had spent the day riding the Ferris wheel and eating cotton candy with her best friend, Gail.  They had planned it together for what they thought of as a childish escape for the now grown two young women.  They had gone through the fairgrounds trying their luck at stuffed animals and alternating being silly and girlish, to serious and sophisticated when any good-looking boy happened along within their sight. 
They had become friends and were inseparable from the time they had met freshman year of high school.  They shared all their secrets and talked for hours on the phone in the evenings even though they would spend the entire day at school together.  It had been that way with them the entire time.  Always easy and fun and simple.
She kept thinking of Gail as she stared down at herself in the picture.  It was so long ago yet at that moment didn't seem so.  She wondered what might be going on with Gail now after so long a time.  She knew she would need to find her old friend and see if they couldn't talk and catch up.  They had been such good friends.  They had done everything with each other.
She decided at that moment she would make that call and talk to Gail again.  She knew it had been a long time but as close as they had been she knew they needed to re-connect.  Somehow, something had made her take that box down at this particular time and find that snapshot. 
She sat at her worktable and smiled as she stared at the picture.  There she was all of 18 and grinning ear to ear alongside some boy she didn't even remember that she had met that day.  Her only memories now were of the fun and easy times she had spent with her best friend, Gail, who wasn't even in the picture.   Gail had just happened to have brought along her camera and had taken that photo so long ago. 

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