Jon Coates

Winter Underground

Annabel stared down at the faded photograph of her husband. Nestled inside the open locket, his bright eyes captured how full of life and laughter he used to be, which in her mind had always been one of his best qualities. As she slowly traced her fingers around the heart-shaped edge, thoughts of compliments from friends replayed in her mind about her new fiancé. A long time had passed since her best friend, Beth, had taken that picture.