Honest Tom Ln.

A man and a woman enter a ballroom arm-in-arm. Their guests all stand and clap while an orchestra plays. The couple walks to a table at the front of the room. She sits at it, but he remains standing. The orchestra fades and the clapping ceases as he picks up a glass from the table, raising it to toast his and her fifty years together. Afterwards, their guests clap once more and resume chatter as the orchestra launches into another number.

. . .

Later, the couple dances slowly in the middle of the marble floor, amidst the crowd. With her head and white-evening-glove-clad arms resting upon his tuxedo'd shoulders, neither of them speak. They merely sway, spinning slowly; their movements never rushed nor out of sync.

. . .

Two wrecked cars rest peacefully in the center of a residential instersection on a brightly lit summer's afternoon. A teenage girl sits curbside in hysterics as medical personnel restrain her, tending to her injuries. She looks towards the vehicles as she sobs.