SQSchwartz

 

  She stared at the yellowed photo, hanging on the wall, of the much younger woman. This woman's hair was done up in the gibson fashion, her stripped one piece betraying the timing of the picture. She closed her eyes. The sweet scent of salt taffy filled her nose. A man's voice beckoned in the background. She could even feel the hot sand tickle her feet. Bristol.
"Mam-Meem?" the child's voice broke her concentration. She opened her eyes, and she was 80 again.

 a direct copy of a Charles Gibson Girl, to test a new tablet at work (it works fine). I haven't done a master copy in a while (nor would i truly recognize this as a master copy). It works, but it doesn't have his life. Next time, I suppose.