Originally posted on ianellisauthor:

This is a work in progress, but I thought I’d put it up here to see if anyone has any comments:

The Photograph

It didn’t matter how many times she’d dusted it over the years, she still took a few seconds to study his face every time she picked up the frame. It held a special place in her heart.

‘You like that photo better than me.’

‘Well, you were so much better looking back then,’ she would say, teasing him, safe in the knowledge that he didn’t believe her, and even if he did he would still be there the next day, faithful as a puppy and as reliable as German car.

She picked it up and turned round. ‘It only seems like yesterday, you with your suit on and me in my new dress. We looked a lovely couple, didn’t we?’

‘You’re looking lovely tonight, madam. Take…

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