The little photo goes and sits next to the distant memory, jolting it, encouraging it to shine a bit brighter. They sit next to one another like old friends holding hands and reminiscing together. The photo tells a story, and the memory replies back to that story with its own. They become closer and as their stories begin to intertwine and overlap, so do they. In a tangled embrace the photo becomes absorbed by the memory, imprinting itself onto it, sinking its claws and teeth deep inside, and stepping in. They become inseparable, they become one.
By Calypso Keane