I Alone
He shoves the cellular phone at me and I hastily poke around until I have pulled up the picture gallery.
The first photo stops me dead in my tracks. A light scar in her eyebrow, light freckles around her eyes and nose, heterochromia in one eye. The only difference is the little stud in her nose, the feathering of the hair, and the modern clothing. It is like looking at Elsie alive again. I pinch my nose bridge as I flip through the rest of the photos. Her graduation, random self shots, pictures of nature, plants...the plants. Elsie's love of nature, plants and the supernatural is what contributed to her demise.
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