Inspired by Touchstone from Sabriel.
He stared up at the dusty photograph, left on a broken shelf in a home abandoned long ago. His hand moved upwards, instinctively, brushing the dust off, and took the picture off the shelf. A beautiful woman, with a three-year-old daughter. Both were laughing, the light was bouncing off the woman's black hair like it shone of mirrors. The light shone in the young girl's face.
The man closed his eyes and allowed tears to flow. He didn't wipe them away as they dropped onto the picture. He took several deep breaths then, with an effort, put the picture back on the shelf, and walked out of the room. The tears remained on the glass, glistening in the dim light.
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