The Faded Photograph
The glass shattered before the sound arrived. Elias stood in the center of the living room. His hands were full of shards. They bit into his palms. Red welled up. It mixed with the dust from the fallen frame. The picture was gone. Only the jagged white of the backing board remained. He dropped the pieces. They clinked on the hardwood floor. He did not flinch. He did not breathe. The house was...
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