She was flipping through a photo album when she ran across the picture – her, crying.
She remembered all the tears. Always, so many tears.
But years later they were still married.
They had their differences, but nothing important.
And she couldn’t remember what all the tears had been for, only that they had to come before everything could be good.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
Remember Totally Random Pictures? Now that I’m done with Mongolia, we’re back to them.
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