Stories tagged “photo”
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On That Faithful Day
My mother and father were at the table eating breakfast, my father looked at me as I sat by the Christmas tree. He requested that I go and wake my siblings up for breakfast; it was not what I wanted to actually being doing on Christmas day, but it seem...
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Smile
“Smile,” the word slithered from the lips of mine. And suddenly, the moment the picture was taken, the smile was frozen. I wished I could walk up to her, smack it off her pretty face. Of course I was envious, of course I wanted what she had...
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Forget-me-not
I don’t know why I always feel like I do when I look at the picture. I’ll sit there for what feels like hours, holding it in my hands, curled up at the end of the couch, gazing at the fading, sun-bleached image on the curling photographic paper. Th...
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You have her face and her eyes but you are not her
Those white jagged edges rip through me every time. They we were; three smiling faces ready to go to my cousin’s bar-mitzvah. Yes, were. The slightly yellowed scene of our small family posing is now in three pieces. I recall the day, twenty-somet...
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Ashes Remain: Prologue Part 1
I looked up, waking from a daze. My cold, pale fingers shook as they held a small black-and-white photo. It was of a small girl, maybe 16-years in age, cuddling a black kitten in her slender arms. He face was scrubby, her clothes looked like they had n...
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Ashes Remain: Prologue Part 2
Quivering digits turned the pale photograph over, my crystal orbs studying it’s backside. A short sigh of breath escaped as I turned the picture over once again. I stood, my gray suit jacket rustling against the wooden chair that I had just sat o...
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Deckhand's Remains
I wasn’t stealing. It was sitting there, stinking. The grime latched onto my skin as I reached it out from its eave of hiding. My new friend, I decided, patting it beside me on the bench. Then I shuffled his contents, opening his innards. Surrept...
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X Marks the Spot part 1-1
He starred at her. As you would an untamed majestic animal. When he walked in the visitation room she had curled into a ball on the table on her side of the protective glass clenching a manila folder. He sat across from her, picked up the phone and kno...