Father, Aglow

When Susannah opens the door, I remember why I lost you. It was ages ago, decades. Hell, centuries for all it matters. The years as they stare at me are fresh and new in the light from the deck. It’s orange and blue, you across from me, radiating the fire I put behind you. I am not the sun. Was not. I’ll end just as blue as a corpse in snow.

You wanted me to ask, needed me to. I’ve stared at an empty sea ever since. I can still see you, you know?

Wow.

What a photographer you were.

A/N: I realized I never fulfilled a tag I received 7 months ago. Remember James & Oneg's Summer Writing Challenge Extravaganza? I was tagged in History by Mesh. Here is my 15 minute write-up, based on a photo I've had lingering in my docs for years. The photo is a central part of the story, not just a cover.