The Ages By Toi Thomas “Anna, don’t do it!” Mark shrieked. “I don’t have a choice dear boy.” The silver-haired woman gripped the covered canvas of the framed work of art with desperation in her eyes. “This is my only hope.” Mark’s long dark hair fell into his eyes as he pleaded. “And what will you do if it’s not the one? The one we’ve spent the last decade searching for?” Anna exhaled and lifted her nose to the sky. “Then I will die.” Without hesitation, she ripped the cover and peeled it back as though it was a Christmas present. She held the portrait of the Swedish maiden in her hand for only a moment before dropping it to the floor, causing the brass frame to clang and bend under the pressure of the impact.