When Chuck entered the therapists home again it felt different. It had been two weeks since her murder, no one yet was found guilty. He walked around with the rest of the people. Everything was numbered displayed, frames that he used to find pictures of her and her kids, or her and her wedding were bare and empty. Those numbered too.
The night he killed her, he took a picture, the only picture she had without another person in it.
It was a picture of the beach, at sunset or sunrise who could say.
On the back she had written Florida, 1989 and then a heart.
He didn't know what it meant, but now he needed the frame, that would put his mind at ease, allow him to reset, to renew.
He took the frame off her desk, and the number.
"A nice frame, that will be five doll hairs." And older man with blue baseball cap said.
"If you want, you can also round up another dollar and donate to her favorite charity, The Cat House."
"Uhhh, okay,"
"Thank you kindly, that will be six doll hairs then."
Chuck handed him the money, touching his bald head he was sweating.
"You take care now"
The night he killed her, he took a picture, the only picture she had without another person in it.
It was a picture of the beach, at sunset or sunrise who could say.
On the back she had written Florida, 1989 and then a heart.
He didn't know what it meant, but now he needed the frame, that would put his mind at ease, allow him to reset, to renew.
He took the frame off her desk, and the number.
"A nice frame, that will be five doll hairs." And older man with blue baseball cap said.
"If you want, you can also round up another dollar and donate to her favorite charity, The Cat House."
"Uhhh, okay,"
"Thank you kindly, that will be six doll hairs then."
Chuck handed him the money, touching his bald head he was sweating.
"You take care now"
