#WritcoStoryPrompt8
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time to start afresh. But then she snatched it back out just in time before it was gone. It had donned on her that was the last picture of Charles. She remembers the day that picture was taken. she had woke up on a Saturday morning. she didn't feel like being with...