Cursed
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A middle-aged man finds an old photograph of a woman resembling his dead wife. Little did he know what would follow. Reading time: 17 minutes. Cursed It had been raining all day, so I waited until it stopped. Those drenched streets and the stormy grey clouds reminded me of the day I had met my wife. Maybe that's why I was missing her so much that day. The pain of losing your loved ones can leave you broken and lost. It had been more than twenty years since I lost my wife. I used to come to this flea market every time I missed her. All those memories would come rushing back whenever I walked through these makeshift shops. It felt like she was still with me. After walking for an hour, I was at the flea market she used to take me to. Suddenly, I stopped at this handicraft shop. An old, charred, wooden photo frame has caught my attention. "How much for the frame?" I asked the man behind the pile of old antique stuff. "Whatever you feel like, good sir."