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Just Take a Picture

Sometimes when I’m walking down the street, or riding in my car, I wish I had my camera. I can already see the picture in my head…how if I tilt the camera just so, the light will reflect off an old building. Or if i zoom in carefully, I can catch the scars on an old woman’s face. My head races with possibilities. What is her story?
It makes me laugh when people tell me they have a photographic memory because I have a photographic mind. Whenever I’m walking down the street I can imagine the picture sitting in a scrapbook somewhere. But the pictures dissapear like fog on a cool morning. I try to hold on to them, but it feels like trying to hold on to water.
I watch two little girls playing on the playground. They wear matching pink frilly dresses. One of them pleads with the other in a whiny voice. “Sara go down the slide! It’s fun, I promise. Just go!” Her voice echoes in my head all day. “Just go! Just go!”. I close my eyes and try to call those girls back into my head.

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Just Take a Picture
Officially
Posted about 1 year ago

Wow, I really like this. The way it starts, the nod to photographic memory, the ending. Really nice.
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Storykeeper of Fae
Posted about 1 year ago

I adore this as well. I understand.
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emma jo_234
Posted about 1 year ago

I feel like I understand what you’re saying, but maybe I don’t. I don’t like it when people say that to me.

Anyhow, regardless, it is beautiful. You paint such a great picture in my mind’s eye. I often wish I had a camera on me.

Bravo
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someday_93
Posted about 1 year ago

This is really, really good. I love all the descriptions, and I really like what this ficlet is saying. Great job!
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Mk
Posted 11 months ago

thank you so much for your feedback, i really appreciate it
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SKermitgorf
Posted 4 months ago

wonderful glimpse into strangers lives. descriptive.