#WritcoStoryPrompt8
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. They were indeed good, joyful , but ended up in sad crumbs. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time to start afresh. It was time to leave behind all her grief.

With a sigh, she looked through the window, glancing at the autumn and she got lost in it for a...