Claire examined the scattered photos with her back turned away from the television. &quot;It's your turn to pick one,&quot; she offered, &quot;Dredge up the past.&quot; &quot;Alright,&quot; I said, taking my time looking for just the right piece to analyze. I settled on one that had ignited a spark of interest in me ever since I swiped it from the bottom of a bin of vinyl records in a run down second hand shop last Thursday. The photo was of a small boy and his dog, both squatted down among the ashen rubbish of a busy city street scene. The boy must have moved when the photo was taken, because his face was a blur of motion. The terrier, however, stared back clearly, his black eyes piercing through the paper. I handed the photo to Claire who immediately turned it over. &quot;How sad,&quot; she said, &quot;The little boy's name is smudged. It's like his identity has been erased.&quot; &quot;I like to believe his name is Jack,&quot; I offered. &quot;Perfect,&quot; Claire said. &quot;_Jack and Soldier: Butte, MT, 1943_,&quot; Claire said reading the writing out loud. 2007-08-29T15:47:56Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/8121 <p>Good description of the picture. I got a little confused when they switched abruptly from photos to Hitchcock to photos, but I&#8217;m waiting to see how you link the two together.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/8121?basename=9174 2007-08-29T15:47:56Z Alexa ♥ http://ficlets.com/authors/alexa1018