Tattered, torn, worn. Pages blurred with smeared stamps – binding threads frayed.
(My story. My life. The expiration date was yesterday.)
I thumb through the years, revisit the places, slipping and sliding through time, like Billy Pilgrim in Slaughterhouse Five.
Fading: like the girl in the picture, and the decade inside.
This is my first submission - I hope to be at least a biweekly participant ! Pretty sure I heard about the contest by stalking @whatamIdoing's blog :-P