Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Darleen Click on May 19, 2017

The inspiration …

A story …

It’s a tiny, dead-end space within the warren of the packed-to-the-rafters antique store. Steve proudly holds out a box, a faded-pink camera within.

“A Polaroid!”

Kristy sniffs, “And film?”

Grinning, he produces a cartridge, loads it.

The camera suddenly whirs to life, spits out a dozen pictures and dies.

The first image startles Kristy, “That’s us when we first walked in!”

“This one’s me, by the vintage clothes … You screwing around …That broken mirror…”

Steve frowns, “What’s that?”

Kristy squints, “Looks cloudy. It gets bigger in each image.”

They look up, eyes widening as one last picture finally ejects.

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Now, your turn.

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Steve Fletcher May 19, 2017 at 10:36 pm

We live in amazing times. No longer days for film to develop. Only sixty seconds before the picture emerges.

I took pictures of everything: you holding a daisy, you in your white dress, you pulling the cats tail and blaming your brother. So many moments captured by a pink camera with a flash on top.

But this picture, I don’t like so much. It’s wonderful yet lonesome – You in your wedding dress, walking down the aisle. So I’m giving you the camera – to make memories of your own – maybe even of a little girl standing in a white dress.

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