I stop before the faded photo in its cheap FRAME. Memories flood in: you, me, the waves, the rocks, the SHORE far below. Just beyond the edge of the photo, I stood, lightly holding the reins of my HORSE. You were preparing your fishing line, I was in love.

Georg’ann

Giggling VOICE can’t hush
Playful, her cheeks smeared with ROUGE
She rides pretend HORSE

Heather