Writivism Short Story: Picture Frames

The picture frame stood empty on the bedside. Rose had been staring at it for the last half hour, tears running down her face. She held a picture of her husband. He was a big man; tall, fat and strong. The thick glasses he wore barely concealed his bushy eyebrows. Rose sat next to him carrying Okello. She was much smaller than the man beside her.

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