An old photograph drops out of the pages of an old book.
Its corners are frayed and the image has faded.
Yet the faces that look out at you are full of life and animation.
Where are they now, you wonder.
Are they dead or alive, wrinkled and arthritic ?
Yet the photo has immortalized them for all times to come.
I sometimes lag behind with the prompt but I am determined to complete it all the same. So please bear with my late entries.