Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Three Hundred and Fourteen

She had always been the epitome of effortless cool, and neither the strands of white in her hair nor the crows’ feet about her eyes could rob her of one that. She cradled an old guitar.

Simeon’s camera loved her.

“You ever see anybody from the old days?” he asked idly.

“Only my husband.”

The man that came out of the cabin looked as if he wrestled bears, and for a moment Simeon thought he was dead. But then he recognised the nature of this gift.

He took one picture. An image that would catapult him to fame and fortune. 

©️jj 2019

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