I’ve been watching the paint curl away from the walls for the past several years. Now and then I take a photo of the dog on a bicycle with the bugle, but I haven’t shared them before. He won’t be there forever, I know. It seems like I should have some grand tale to tell – why else should I care so much about an aging mural on a cinder block wall? But all I have is the sad story that sometimes things fade.
This post is part of Think Kit by SmallBox
Lifeline prompt: “Picture this. Post a photo(s) you took this year, but never shared with anyone. Tell the story behind the image.”