Polaroid Pictures

Polaroid Pictures

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When the first polaroid arrived at my door stop early morning, I assumed it was an early Christmas card, or maybe an invitation to a distant relatives wedding. The paper was crisp in my hand, and judging from the small damp patch on the back, I assumed it had only just be licked and sealed shut. Tearing it open, I looked down at the polaroid, and back up to the empty street. Everything was silent...except for my thumping heart. It was a picture of me, standing close to the headstone of my dead brother. Ten years ago my brother died in a freak car accident with some other kids. In the distance, someone stood close, watching. Adrian.
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"Don't cry love. It's not your burden to bear." He pulled away, looking me in the eyes seriously. I paused for a moment, then embraced him tighter and kissed him fervently once more. "You made it my burden when you said you loved me."

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