The empty frame sat on it’s shelf as always. No personal photo, no award, just an empty frame. A reminder of the emptiness of her life, of her soul. No past, no future, no anger, no joy. No emotion at all. It had all been stripped from her long ago.
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Till next time ~JPP
Hi! Welcome to Twittering Tales and thank you for joining in. Your tale was so poignant, melancholy. It fit the prompt photo perfectly. I hope you’ll take a look at this week’s challenge and give it a go too…https://katmyrman.com/2018/11/13/twittering-tales-110-13-november-2018/
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