In black-and-white, the waves ripple in the lake. In a scarlet tinted garden, Kim Wilde, wearing a red dress, looks to the left as the wind blows the pink scarf on her shoulder. It continues rotate between color and black-and-white.
A young woman walks by herself on the trail in the garden.
Wilde brushes her face and holds her scarf to her mouth. She crosses her arms across her chest and touches her shoulders.
A young man looks back twice at the woman and leaves. Earlier in the fall, they held hands and ran down the trail. They sit together by the lake. She stands by herself, staring at the ground. The young man puts his hand on her cheek and turns her head towards him. She steals his hat from him in the forest. She stands at the bridge and stares into the lake.
A necklace falls into the lake. She continues to walk home.
Kim Wilde walks in the garden and carries a pink scarf. Her first love gave it to her there on their first anniversary. It is the only part of him he has left. Back at home, her husband is writing out checks for bills. She told him she was leaving and he answered with a short “okay.” Ever since she shut down the idea of having kids, he has been giving her one-word answers. She couldn’t bring children into a loveless relationship.
She thinks of her first love and if he’s with someone. She and her first love could talk about anything. Although they broke up, she thought they would get back together someday. Around the holidays, she searched for him in town. However, she never saw him. As far as she knew, his parents hadn’t moved. But her brother had told her the information years ago.
She puts the scarf back in her purse, the divorce papers crinkling inside and walks back home. She could no longer lie at awake at night, waiting. His first love would appear in her dreams and it was as though he still existed somwhere in her life. The dreams often stayed with her all day. She wracked herself with guilt as her husband kissed her. It was going to be a long night.
Director: N/A Year: 1988