Short story titled "The Picture"

     As he saunters through the freshly mowed grass of the high school field, Devon's mind wonders off to the basement of his thoughts. He involentarilly moves his lips into a grin as his miniture sister's voice fills his ears. He soons grows oblivious to everything happening around him. Memories come in a flood from all parts of his brain. His baby sister's face seems to cover up everything else in his head.
     He somehow manovers both of his feet to be in the same spot at the same time. He immedeately snaps out of his trance and tries to keep his balance, but ends up failing. He slams his back on the grass, letting a moan slip from his throat. Devon notices that something has fallen out of his pocket, and he reaches for it. He manages to unfold it, and once he sees the picture a salty tear slides down his cheek. He gazes at the curly blonde locks that fill the page. He strokes the picture, wishing, praying that she was there by his side calling him "big brodder" ( since she couldn't quite manage to squeeze out a "th" ) once again. Devon whipes his eyes in attempt to whipe away his anguish as he pulls himself up. He slowly starts to make his way nack across the field, gripping his baby sister's picture in the palm of his hand.