Morphine Ghost

Mother, that old woman, has a closet full of framed family photographs. Why? Why keep so many photos of the dead? Those people. Those horrible people. Long dead. All that is left of them are their ugly faces printed on paper. Good riddance.

Now and again, she moves rotates photographs out of the closet. Those already hung, are returned to storage while those that were hidden away, are placed on the walls. It is maddening. Some photos will be up for weeks. Others for half a day. I don't know her reasoning and I refuse to ask. She'd insult me for not understanding. I knew she would.