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Upon seeing you, the camera and I blinked once, collecting your pale, solitary beauty forever. The bold, teal hue of your flower reflected the image of the resolute woman within, revealing your serene face, as well as the strength and courage in your eyes. Neither of us knew it would be the very last photograph.
*This story is my first foray into Flash Fiction 55, in response to the One Stop Poetry Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge at One Stop Poetry. The picture prompt is by photographer and poet India Hobson.
