She looked at the photograph wincing and pining. She took another look and hurriedly put it away. She couldn’t bear to look at it. It reminded her of a time past. A time she could not recapture. A time that was not hers. Although, she really wanted it to be hers.

She stared at the box that held the photo. She couldn’t believe how much pain she felt. She had to dull that ache. Tonight she would forget. Tomorrow maybe not so much.