the pictures had been there for so long

the ceiling was so high and they hanged just beneath it, every following owner had shrugged, why bother. So the couple continued their vigil over an ever-diminishing crowd of fishers, gold-washers, and shift-workers. But then Billy Bee decided the joint could do with a new coat of paint and took them down. The frames were so sticky and the glass so blurred by decades of smoke and bugshit,  he wanted to throw them away. His tiny daughter May, she didn't let him. One look and she loved the pair. Our town lacks a bit of glamour and girls here don't stay pretty long after turning 17. The woman on the picture, she was at least 30, and pretty. May decided she'll grow up to be her.