Kathryn Heart

The lights dimmed and their life in pictures phased in and out on the projector screen floating behind the coffin, suspended from the ceiling. 3-D smiles plastered the faces of the frozen moments in time, captured in color.

Birthday parties, cocktails with friends, office functions, and even a few vacation photos. The ones that tormented her the most were the special family moments they shared. Days like their wedding day, the honeymoon, and the birth of their children.

That is all she had left, small squares of memory on paper. How would that keep her warm at night? How would those tiny specs of 'what used to be' chase away the nightmares she had been having? How would those flimsy gloss finish pictures replace the hole in her soul?

The sharp knife to her heart bellowed the truth, they can't.