Grief

My Secret: Sometimes I'm more pitiful than road kill and sadder than a dozen dead roses; Christmas is not the best time of year for me.

That's my entry for the Single Frame Stories for the week. The word prompt was secret. Too bad it wasn't grief. It's really not a secret that I'm sad a lot. If I was happy, that would be a well kept secret.

The pose is something I made specially for this photo. It's called grief.