GloMag GloMagMarch2019 - Page 343

RAVEN TO SILVER Fading photographs, a forgotten flower, ribbon tied letters, held her still in a strange power. Opening the box, heart shaped and satin lined she shed a tear on the last letter he’d signed. His musky fragrance softly wafted about nostalgia crowded in, painful emotions tumbled out. She shuddered, as a gust of wind blew showering her with leaves every color and hue. 343