He was a whisper on the world. Blink and he was gone. Footprints and fingerprints erased. Memories so few, tossed into a book of photos that no one wants to see.
She cries in the corner at night. When no one is listening, when the wind blows. Sometimes she hears his voice on the wind, calling her name.
His ancestors disappeared. Father, mother, brother. In an instant the entire family was dust on the Midwestern prairie. Forever gone. Forever mourned.
And then.
Forgotten.
In a book of photos that no one wants to see.
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