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It was the evening of his wake. He always loved photographs. But then again, who doesn’t. It captures an exact moment in someone’s life. Memories. The room was filled with memories, with pictures. Pictures of our vacations, holidays and pictures he had taken of his favorite places. Everywhere I went I was surrounded by love. People who knew him shared their stories and it gave comfort to those who were mourning. As weeks passed by, everyone who was once mourning had seemed to move on, except me. I was left with an empty heart. Something was missing. Courage overcame my sadness when I finally decided to sort through his possessions. So many boxes’ filled with junk. What am I going to do with all of this? Should I throw it away? But I’ve learned the hard way that you can’t simply put things behind you because you don’t want to face the challenges of what you may encounter. It only took one word to give me the courage to continue, “photographs.” That’s the word I saw on the box. Pictures, so many pictures. A box filled with moments captured in a photograph. The smiles in the pictures began to fill my heart. I felt a tingle sensation that could only be described as one feeling, comfort. The photographs were mainly all negatives. Photographic negatives in which a stranger would never be able to see the picture clearly, but I can. A sheet of plastic film featuring friendly familiar smiles, surrounded by a dark image appearing lighter and a light image appearing darker. He always said the photographs that appeared negative were the ones most important to him. When I asked him why he replied, “because the negatives can also be used for retouching, removing the blemishes and creating a photograph finished with a positive print.”

Responses

  • Your story is very intriguing. Maybe after the part where you mention “Courage overcame my sadness…” You could talk more about the sadness the person is feeling or focus on one of the pictures/memories and flash forward to where the character is looking at the boxes again? I feel like it’s definitely going somewhere but I’m left with the feeling that something is missing. Oh wait I see you sort of did that towards the end. I still think focus in on a specific memory, not just the wake that pulls the wake, the photographs and the metaphor together.

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