The pale young soldier in the silver frame stared serenely out across the wide spaces of the kitchen with faraway forget-me-not eyes. Dot tried to remember her father's face from the brownish photo which Gloria kept in her handbag. She wished she could recall it more clearly. Even when she had the picture in front of her, she seemed to only see the flat paper.
A short read about the fear of whats to come when the war ends, the return of Dots dad after the war & her reluctant attempts to get to know him again when she bearly knew him to begin with.