Photographs with the missing head

For as long into the past as I remember, there hung on the wall above my grandparents’ bed a glass-framed black and white photograph, which I could almost reach when I stood on top of the bed. In a large chest of drawers, more photo albums were kept in the bottom drawer where the past could be paraded in disjointed events before my eyes.

Psychological thrillers writer, wife, mother, weightlifter, gardener. Stolen Truth on Amazon. https://henyadrescher.com

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Henya Drescher

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Psychological thrillers writer, wife, mother, weightlifter, gardener. Stolen Truth on Amazon. https://henyadrescher.com

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