For Disclaimers, or lack of them, see Part 1  My thanks as
always to my beta reader, Barbara Davies. Read her work at
Barbara Davies   By Midgit  Part 4  Jo sat on the floor in front
of the gas fire in her lounge, staring at the photograph.  The
girl's hair was blonde, naturally highlighted by the sun. It
looked clean. She remembered seeing footage of homeless people
on the news once, and the fact that their hair always looked as
though it hadn't seen a drop of water or shampoo in years had
struck her. This girl was different. The blonde hair fell across
her forehead, the very tips tangling with the dark eyelashes
that framed her eyes. Jo took long moments looking into those
eyes. If she looked closely she could see other colours mixed
with the green. Hazel and gold. The eyes of the girl stared out
at her, unflinching, and Jo found herself having to look away
from them. She lowered her gaze to the lips, and now Jo could
see that they were slightly parted and the very edge of even
white teeth could just be see