mariethehedgecat

Pictures... It had been many years ago, back when she was a little girl. Back when she could remember what her parents had named her. Images of those pictures... Her father... had been a photographer. He had a separate photo album for his special pictures, that he would bring home sometimes and show only to her. Even mother didn't know about them. ... remain in my memory... Looking at the pictures together was how her father liked to bond with her. He would make her sit with him on the couch when mother wasn't home, and would tell her about the people inside the small rectangular windows. ... no matter how hard I try to forget. Windows

60 years ago... The setting sun transformed the entire landscape into a lukewarm sea of orange. The days were going to start getting shorter soon, and school would soon return to reclaim the children's precious freedom. Their days of playing in the fields would soon come to an end, replaced by days spent quietly sitting at desks trying to memorize information they certainly didn't need. It was so sad to see Summer go. For now, however, the two boys were able to waste their time right. Spending entire days outside in the fields, playing and hiding among the seemingly endless stalks of wheat. Outside in nature as their ancestors had been, far