Yesterday

The photo was taken of Jonathan one month before his eleventh birthday. Uncle Theo had taken it. He was the local photographer. Jonathan remembered standing still behind the chair, trying to look regal, like his dad, straight and tall. Theo threw the cloth over his shoulders and squeezed the bulb freezing Jonathan’s image in time forever. His hair was slicked over to the side and his face looked kind of squirrely, and Jonathan couldn’t believe that he was looking into the gray eyes of the boy he tried so hard to forget.