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myth.

there was a woman who lived in a house all alone. she’d had a family. but her son went off to college. then her daughter. then her husband passed away one night. quietly; the neighbors heard no ambulance. and all that was left in the house was this woman, and dozens of empty picture frames on the walls and tables; and one picture of her, she held, the last time i saw her. it was fading, and it seemed so was she. she said, haven’t much time left, and told me i wouldn’t need to bother, dropping the paper out front anymore. better if i didn’t, in fact. better if i stayed away. before what happened to her, happened to me. i don’t know what happened to her. but once, i went back, and i walked in, and i went into the kitchen, and i saw it, the frame she’d held, iron black. i held it. but the picture was gone. strange, i thought; but i left. and no one brought a paper to the front step ever again.

although you know, i’m actually not quite sure about that. i’m actually not quite sure i ever left. and looking down into my hands, i’m not quite sure how i ever could have missed that there is a picture in this iron frame; it’s me, but fading.

you know, you better go now. better stay away.

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