Every Picture Tells a Story — The Drabble

In her hands she holds the gilt-framed photograph of their wedding day. Dazzling smiles, sparkling eyes, and hope-filled faces. She frowns, no longer recognizing the couple. Instead she thinks of the late night phone messages; his unused gym bag returned to the bottom of their wardrobe, again; the scent of an unfamiliar perfume woven into the fabric of his clothes, clinging to his hair, lingering on his skin and smothering her heart. With a howl, she hurls the frame at the wall and feels a satisfaction upon seeing broken shards on the fractured image. She smiles bitterly, finally recognizing them.

About Wichita Genealogist

Originally from Gulfport, Mississippi. Live in Wichita, Kansas now. I suffer Bipolar I, ultra-ultra rapid cycling, mixed episodes. Blog on a variety of topics - genealogy, DNA, mental health, among others. Let's collaborateDealspotr.com
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