"Hot Flashes"
writings by L. B. Fine

I don't know why I still have 
that picture of you and your 

brother sitting for the camera
in one of those Christmas card 

poses. He must be about six so
you'd be five, dressed in smiles 

that I know neither of you wore
too often.  You look strangely like 

him, which I know is impossible, but
might just be the resemblance of two 

beaten kids trying to hide the truth 
for the moment. Maybe that's why

you never asked for it back and I
never had the courage to send it 

back, even after you made it a point 
to tell me it was the only one you 

had and we took care to wrap it 
in plastic paper for safekeeping

©L.B. Fine

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