There were...

...one hundred photos...

A few of golden sand dunes.

Some of clear waters and laughing kids.

Of jellyfish and shells.

And red sunsets over white sails.

There were photos of family.

And friends.

And places we went to...and things we did.

There were photos of old houses.

Of blue doors.

Of a street corner where I dropped my ice cream on my sister's toes.

One of a friend wearing chocolate mustache.

A photo of a birthday boy.

Another of his proud mother.

There were one hundred photos.

One camera in the wrong hands.

And now they're all gone.