The pocket
Inside, nestled amongst the faded velvet lining, was a single, faded photograph.
The image was blurry, the edges softened by time and decay, but discernible enough to stir something profound within us. It depicted a family—a man, a woman, and two young children, their faces smiling, radiating a joy that felt utterly alien in this desolate landscape. They stood in a lush green field, a vibrant contrast to the grey, lifeless world we knew. A sun-drenched house stood in the background, a picture of idyllic domesticity. It was a world we could barely comprehend, a forgotten paradise existing only in the confines of this damaged photograph.
“Look at the trees,” Kelly whispered, her voice tremblin
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