What lies behind a photograph

I own nothing but my own ideas

The Liddle family portrait had hung proudly on the front wall for years. Until one day , the family came home to find it shattered on the floor, frame broken. The picture, was luckily, unharmed. Despite the number of things that could have befallen the photograph, Mr. Liddle had decided the break had come from a poor job on the wood frame. Naturally he went to the best carver in town, to commission a new frame.

The best carver in town, was a man named Peter Ketterly, who made a frame with a simplistic design, and very strong wood. It was expensive work to be done and needed payment in advanced, something was only too happy to provide.

Peter got a little sidetracked, but true to his word, it was done within the month. Unfortunately so were the Liddle's. Their house had burned down, and the picture had been sent back. It was regrettable, but there was really nothing to do but put it away, and occasionally bring it out to show a fine sample of his craftsmanship. For the most part the photograph was forgotten, and Peter focused on his Daughter Polly's upcoming marriage to a boy named Diggory. A few weeks before the wedding, his wife Jillian brought the topic of the photo up.

" Dear, you know that photograph we keep in the attic. The one of that family."

"The Liddle's?"

"Yes. One of the Liddle's is still alive, dear. The youngest one. Alice, I think. The paper said she went insane after her family died. She is in a home for recovering children,"

Peter knew his wife pretty well after 19 years. " So you want to send her the photo?" he asked.

"I do." His wife told him. "And now so do you"

Peter stared at her.

"I know you very well Peter. And you hate being dishonest. She already paid for it, and its really just sitting in the attic getting dust. It might help the poor girl, and Polly will be happy to hear about it."

She knew him to well. He sighed and asked "Where do I send it?"

She didn't know, but luckily it didn't take to much digging to find out. So he sent it and finished the brief time his path crossed into the lives of the Liddle family. He never knew how much the recipient wished he had left a return address so she could thank the sender.

Thank him for his kindness. And her memories. Her fighting spirit.

A photo that brought back memories and started a fight for truth. But that's another story.

Any guesses what broke it? I love the chronicles of Narnia. So I used their names

Peek- a -boo

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