PHOTO PROMPT © Anne Higa
The second I took the photograph, it was the last one I would ever take. The Tower of Pisa was my intended subject, but found myself staring at the man in the black top hat. The man who had disappeared from my life twenty years before and the man who we all had assumed was dead. The man who whose blood covered the house and whose car had been stolen and wrecked. I was certain it was him as soon as we locked eyes. Jase knew I would never confront him because he knew it was my fault he disappeared.
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By: neilmacdon on March 3, 2022
at 4:30 am
A lot of back story to unwrap here! Nice one.
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By: Iain Kelly on March 3, 2022
at 5:02 am
The power of memory. Well done.
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By: Bill on March 3, 2022
at 10:03 am
When the past catches up with you, where can you find forgiveness. OR – do you have another go to erase the problem once and for all.
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By: James McEwan on March 3, 2022
at 11:00 am
Oooh. That’s made me curious. Very mysterious. It’s the last photo she’d ever take!
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By: Margaret on March 6, 2022
at 12:10 am
Will Jase come after her later? I’m intrigued by the storyline and want to know why she will never take another picture.
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By: msjadeli on March 7, 2022
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