Missing and Squashed Photos
October 17th 2010 21:00
About a year ago one of my photos of Butterscotch went missing. The last time I remember seeing it was in my bedroom. It was my favourite picture, one I liked to sleep with at night which was why it was crumpled. I didn’t want to ruin a new photo so I gave up sleeping with pictures of him. Eventually I stopped missing having the photo next to me. With the stress of day-to-day living, the missing photo soon got placed in the not-so-important basket.
Imagine my surprise when I finally located the photo about two weeks ago. I was tidying up my bedroom before looking for a book to read. I picked up one book and was idly flicking through the pages when I saw the missing photo, tucked between the pages. It looked as creased as ever.
Brett was over at my place a few days ago. I was showing him a photo of Butterscotch lying on top of the kitchen cupboard. Brett pretended that our fight from a few weeks ago never happened.
“Beautiful,” he said, looking at the photo.
We sat down, the photo forgotten. I only remembered it after Brett left. There it was, crushed by Brett’s bum. I am heartbroken.
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