Fathers, sons, friends and lovers by Francis Gerd

Over the mantelpiece in the old kitchen had been a framed photograph of a young man that must have been taken more than a century ago. He was looking somewhere off-camera into the distance as was the style of those days but otherwise I remember little except that it was a pale sepia colour. This...

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