Word Prompt: Grief

Word Count: 277


Old photos in old boxes boxed away years ago, almost as dusty as the memories held inside. Old videos with bright smiles and the laughter of loved ones hidden from the eyes but safely preserved in cases. For who knows when they may be popped into the old fashioned player. Cobwebs of memories and spiders silks hang low in the dark dreary dusty attic, there sat two young women, tears slipping down their cheeks. small smiles gracing their lips Reminiscing of the days long forgotten all those years ago, only to be remembered in the photos that scattered the old unpolished wood floors.

The Photos held the two women, but as small children, no older than eight or nine, and a young woman. The woman, one may assume, had a rough past fill with back alley deals and a rebellious teenage years, if only because of her light pink hair, buzzed off only to leave scraggly bangs and a long Mohawk pulled into a low ponytail. In almost all the photos she had a cigarette between her lips or fingers, no matter her expression. Though her rough outer appearance suggests a low class thug; she had once been an aspiring Marine Officer.

The photos from that time too, were strewn about the young women. They smiled as they looked at the younger version of the young woman they had called "Mother" messing off with her old comrades, standing at attention for the official navy photos, and even a photo of the first week they had all meet, their adoptive mother still living out her Marine days, which by then she already knew were nearly over.


A/N: I'm not sure if this is finished but for now it is because i can't seem to add on to it with out going off on a tangent. So this is where I'll leave it. I was playing around with my writing style, so please let me know what you think ! Thanks for reading.