The Ghost Strum
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12 min readJan 27, 2020
Jane pointed. “Where did that come from?”
Molly followed her mother’s gaze to the milk glass picture frame standing atop the shelf under the window. It captured the sunlight and seemed to glow.
But Jane didn’t see the frame. She only saw the black and white photo of her teenaged self, arm in arm with a handsome kid in uniform.