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. At least that's what she thought. She felt as though she could start all over again if she could just burn the pictures up, burning up those memories met burning up the pictures and never to be seen again. But the snapshots are pasted to her mind of all the dreams she left behind and all of the memories that was locked in time, was only a figment of her mind.

© Carol Kirby