Success! He finally climbed that last step on the ladder. No matter the endless repetition seeking recognition from those whose disposition mattered. He reached the top.
However, his happiness is camouflage, a proper costume for the part of triumphant man. His flair hides despair. The cigar is prop for smoke to screen his tears.
Process like progress requires choice. He chose to neglect her. She chose to leave him.
Submitted to The Sunday Muse.
We are asked to write a poem or vignette about a selected photo.