“It’s hard to imagine that I may be reduced to a basket of photos.”
Ted stopped sorting books and looked at his sister, Bella.
“What photos? When we’re gone, our Instagram accounts will be deleted and that’s it. Poof!”
Bella picked up an ancient photo of a young woman, full of life and vigor.
What had those eyes seen? The photos meant nothing and didn’t tell.
They were Great-aunt Clara’s closest living relatives.
They’d each take some books and a few photos, then Clara would be gone.
Bella didn’t know her. Now she never would.
The tears were unlooked for.
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