Stories Without Voice
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: Never have; never will, but can dream.
Spread Their Branches Out
The memory box was heavy, as she struggled with the lid. Opening it, she carefully poured out its treasures.
Here was one of the journals Jazz used to keep track of their behavior. She was spot on with Jack most of the time.
One of Jack's crazy needlepoint projects wound up in here: one of Danny Phantom's crazy puns.
Speaking of Danny, she fingered an old security videotape, before moving it to the side. It still hurt after all these years.
She rifled through old childish drawings and clay figurines; eventually finding an old manila envelope. Opening it, her hands shaking, she took out an old photograph of a black-haired boy shaking his fist at a violet-eyed girl who had just dumped a bucket of leaves on his head.
She sighed; a single tear running down her cheek.
Where had her and Jack gone wrong?