Picture Frames

Picture Frames

A Story by Valerie Hope Woodard

fictional piece. February 2012


Picture Frames

Laying flat on my back, I run my hands across my smooth, soft new bed spread. Breathing in, I look around at my surrounding walls, covered in decorations new and old. The same posters and portraits are hung, as well as shelves of keepsakes. What differs these walls of mine from past walls are my picture frames. Frames of all different shapes, different sizes, each containing a different memory. My gaze rolls across my walls, pausing briefly to reminisce on each of my memories captured in the pictures protected by my picture frames. I am not admiring my pictures as much as I am my frames. Some are decorative; some are simple.

                My frame by the door is chrome colored, with a black, plastic star on its corner. I have another hung next to my closet; it’s a wooden landscape frame painted pink, with multicolored splatters of paint on top. There is a ledge on my frame with little wooden letters set upon it, spelling “friends” in whimsical cursive. My frame in the corner is large, even though it contains only a 5x7” photo. This frame of mine is a portrait frame. It’s made of metal sculpted into an elaborate pattern; I painted my frame black.

                I lean my head back to glance at the ceiling, then rest my eyes for a moment. When I open them again, I smile at all of my frames, because I have my frames, sheltering my memories, hung up on my walls, in my new room.

© 2012 Valerie Hope Woodard

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Just realized that this was the rough draft of the piece and not the revised one! AGH. Putting the correct one up tomorrow.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Grateful for all of the reviews but this is a FICTIONAL piece! It seemed that was being misunderstood :)

Posted 8 Years Ago

Really nice. Good memories are great and im glad you can capture that emotion just by explaining the frames of the pictures! Loved it

Posted 8 Years Ago

Beautifully captured image.

Posted 8 Years Ago

we are fortunate that there is a way to capture our memories forever. you are lucky to have all of yours. sometimes they get lost when you move around. but it gives you a sense of security and a sense of who you are. excellent story.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on April 11, 2012
Last Updated on April 12, 2012
Tags: pictures, picture frames, home, belonging, security, new beginning


Valerie Hope Woodard
Valerie Hope Woodard

Cumming, GA

I am an aspiring writer, worship leader, and actress with a heart set on revival. more..


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