Disclaimer: Dick Wolf owns it all. I just take them out to play.
AN1: Written for Livejournal lawandorder100 'Photograph' Challenge.
Hope...
It sits in a drawer, out of sight of prying eyes. The solitary item is a treasure trove for his delight, a remedy for his melancholy, a salve to his loneliness.
In his darkest hours, it's a lure, a bright light, a beacon. It's such a simple thing to have such power.
This is one of those moments. The drawer glides silently open and his strong hand reaches inside; long elegant fingers gently grasp the square edge. A blunt masculine nail traces their celluloid image; one dark, one blond.
A candid shot of an impulsive moment, the edges worn, frayed... loved.
AN2: Short but poignant, I hope? Anyone else wonder where that photograph is today?