#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,
how can the pain pass away?
the memory pops up like a ding dong of a clock,
the pictures resist to leave my head,
fills me with thoughts.

© ibiyeye sheriffdeen