[ The shattered pieces of glass of the picture frame litter across the floor, some against the hem of her long skirts, others strewn about in the wild way she had broken them. Her shoulders shuddered as she tried to catch her breath from her outburst.
Cradling her bloodied fingers, she drew them in, splattering little red drops across her apron. Words escape her, as she shakes her head. What happened, is she okay, it cannot be explained in a word, and she is tired. She is so tired. ]
It does not matter.
[ Because all that she had done - there he was. That image that was too clear to be a painting, but she lacked any other word. Her brother. He smiling, beautiful brother, with his fierce eyes and midnight black hair, looking up at them from his picture, like he knew a secret about all the world they never could. ]
perfect!
Cradling her bloodied fingers, she drew them in, splattering little red drops across her apron. Words escape her, as she shakes her head. What happened, is she okay, it cannot be explained in a word, and she is tired. She is so tired. ]
It does not matter.
[ Because all that she had done - there he was. That image that was too clear to be a painting, but she lacked any other word. Her brother. He smiling, beautiful brother, with his fierce eyes and midnight black hair, looking up at them from his picture, like he knew a secret about all the world they never could. ]
Burn it. I do not care how. I wish it gone.