All that remains of you is a crate filled with faded photographs. Mostly black and white snapshots of you, dad, and us kids. I’m going to sort through them and put them all in an album.
Looking at all of those pictures of you and us, though, got me thinking. I’ve taken thousands of pictures, but they’re all digital, all stored on a hard drive on my password-protected laptop. When I die, what will become of them? Will anyone ever see them, sort through them, and put them in an album? Or will they cease to exist, just like me?
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Ted Strutz.