Photographs?
She groaned. A small, delicate groan let out in frustration. Where did all of her important papers disappear to when she needed them?
Down on her hands and knees now, she dove into the small antique chest searching out papers with passport information. A plan to travel into the unknown was about, and in order to continue to the next step she needed those idiotic sheets!
Her fingers just brushed against all of the papers, feeling for the leather folder her heart desired. Postcards and journals. Envelopes and stamps. Her delicate fingers scanned and identified every single object in the box without even a glance.
Suddenly, a foreign feeling rushed through her. Wrapping her small, porcelain hand around it she backed out of the box and into the sunlight.
“Photographs?”
