My husband and I had been...
This story was collected by the Boston Globe in the days immediately following the Boston Marathon Bombing. GlobeLab collected these anonymous stories on the Boston.com website and donated them to the Our Marathon Archive. We are grateful for this contribution, which gives insight into how Bostonians and visitors to the city understood the bombing events in their immediate aftermath.
My husband and I had been walking West on Boylston Street from the Boston Common. We wanted to be able to get closer to the finish line and we passed it (in the opposite direction) when the race clock marked 4.08 hours. It was out first time watching the Boston marathon. We were about to keep on walking towards Exeterst St (I wanted to get a close photo shot of the runners and there were to many people on that stretch of street) but two spectators moved away leaving a bit of space closer to the road. I decided to stay there to take that long-awaited picture. As I was taking the photo the "BOOM" overwhelmed me. I looked to the right and just saw my husband's face and white smoke behind him. It smelled to gunpowder. We ran (and heard the second blast as we did) and took refuge in a nearby restaurant that had the terrace open (just by the finish line bridge). After some minutes, we fled the scene and walked towards Beacon street - shocked and shaky. I didn't look back. I didn't want to look back. When I finally got home and saw my photos, I realized that my last picture (the long-awaited one) had captured the blast to my right. In the image, the poles of the flags were bent and the flags displayed a weird shape. That was the shock wave, just there, in my photo. Stopping to take that picture saved us from being just on the spot of the first bomb. My heart goes out to those who were just steps away from us and were not that lucky. It's a big tragedy. A few steps made all the difference - for good and for the worst.