Aunt Flo never married, though she kept a house of two cats. In a drawer of hers she has a snapshot, the only one that's never been put in a scrapbook, photo album, or picture frame. It's black and white, if not a bit grainy, and careful fingerprints grace its corners.
A man in an army uniform, with his hat off, sits at a coffee shop somewhere in Europe, toying with his lighter and ignoring his coffee. No one joins him at the table, and in fact only a few human shapes are visible in the background. It's dim, in the morning, between the time residents go to work and the time they return for lunch and tea.
On the back Flo wrote a date, and possibly a name, but she later scratched it out without saying why.
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