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you.”
    After
the young man had taken her details Grace headed towards the park. The clouds
had all gone and it had turned into a lovely day. Clive walked at her side. He smiled
appreciatively at the surroundings.
    “I’d
forgotten how green England is, and how happy people are when the sun comes
out.”
    Grace
checked to make sure that no one was looking her way, then she said, “Let’s sit
on this bench whilst we wait for the photos. I’d love to hear more about your
travels.”
    For
the next hour Grace listened as Clive regaled her with tales of his exploits.
She noticed that he spoke more about the people he had met rather than the
places he had visited.
    She
didn’t realise she was smiling and nodding to herself until a small boy walked
past with his mum. He said, “Mum, what’s wrong with that lady? Who’s she
talking to?”
    The
woman gave Grace a worried glance and pulled her little boy closer as they
hurried away.
    For
once, Grace didn’t care. Clive was making her feel braver. How she’d love to
see the world, to meet amazing people like Clive had done.
    A
sudden thought shocked her. What was stopping her from doing it?
    Oh
no. She wasn’t that brave, she couldn’t ever do something like that.
    Her
phoned beeped. Grace said, “That’s my alarm, that hour passed quickly. Let’s
get your photos.”
    She
stood up. Clive didn’t move. He seemed to have turned grey.
    “What’s
wrong?” Grace asked.
    “I’ve
remembered what the photographs are of. I don’t want to see them! Grace, don’t
pick them up. Leave them there. Please!”
    “But
I have to,” Grace said.
    Clive
stood up, his ghost form shimmered, his hands shook as he held them up to Grace
in a pleading manner. “Please, Grace, please don’t collect them!”
    Clive
disappeared.
     

 
    Chapter 9
     
    Grace
was in a quandary. What should she do? If she didn’t collect the photos the man
at the shop would phone her, she’d given him her mobile number. Could she leave
the photos at the shop? What could be so bad about them?
    Grace’s
curiosity won. She’d pick the photographs up, she didn’t have to look at them.
    Although
she could just have a peek at the first one.
    Grace
walked in to the chemist shop, the young man that had served her earlier held
up two envelopes from across the shop. Grace stumbled slightly. What if the
photos were pornographic? Maybe that’s why Clive had hidden them away. He’d
been around the world many times, he’d told her that he’d seen things that
would make her hair curl.
    She
took a step forward. The man behind the counter would have seen the photos as
he developed them. She studied his face. Did he look embarrassed? Mortified?
    No,
he looked like a bored teenager as he waved the envelopes impatiently at her.
    Grace
took the photos and paid for them. The man didn’t seem interested at all in the
contents. She walked back to the shop and let herself in. Clive hadn’t
reappeared.
    Before
she did anything Grace made a big mug of tea. Then she sat down at the small
kitchen table and put the envelopes of developed photographs in front of her.
    To
open, or to not open?
    Grace
took a few minutes to have a good drink of tea. She took a few more minutes to
enjoy some chocolate covered biscuits.
    “Oh,
what the hell,” she said to her nearly empty mug. “I’ll open them. What harm
could it do?”
    Grace
took the photos out of one envelope and started to flick through them. The
people that looked back at her instantly made her smile.
    Street
vendors, young children on the beach, toothless old men in markets. These must
be the people that Clive had met on his journeys, perhaps the ones that he had
bought his souvenirs from. Clive was an excellent photographer, he seemed to
have captured the very essence of each person, as if their souls had picked
that moment to shine out.
    Then
Grace came to the second set of photos. These must have been taken in England,
perhaps in a park similar to the one down the