Instant Shot: Flash Fiction
“What is it?” she asked before sucking a glob of jelly from her chubby thumb.
“What do you think it is?” he couldn’t help but smile at her candid curiosity.
She shrugged her shoulder and took another bite of her Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich. “It’s a camera,” he said, smiling.
Leaning against the kitchen island with his forearms he stared her in the eye and waited for her response.
She shook her head, gulping down milk that left a wet mustache atop her lip. “No, it’s not. Cameras are phones. I use mommies all the time.”
He shook his head but never lost his smile. What did he expect from a barely four-year-old girl. The joys he took for granted as a boy had become relics to children her age. There were even teens who were confused by such items as a polaroid camera.
Picking it up, he sat down next to her and described each piece. He waited until he saw her curiosity for it truly blossom before offering her the chance to try it out. But not before whispering the plan he had for her mother in her ear.
“What do you say? Want to see what kind of magic we can make with it?” Receiving an animated yes, he looped the strap around her neck and showed her how to snap his shot.
“She’s going to love it!” She giggled, her laughter sounding like tiny bells.
“I hope she does.” he said, sliding the developing photograph to a place of safety.
“Now my turn!” She shoved the strap over his head and struck her best pose. He laughed at the genius of it before sliding her photograph next to the other.
Then scooping her onto his lap he said, “How about we take one together now,” With an awkward slant, he snapped a shot of the two of them earning more laughter.
Then he set about writing words in the little white spaces left for just that purpose. Hearing her mother coming downstairs he hurriedly placed the pictures in order and left them right where she’d see them as he and her daughter sat innocently on the couch.
His heart drummed in his ears as he heard her mother stop in her tracks, the stillness of her presents seemed to shout in the atmosphere. Before the moment could be missed he knelt down behind her and held out his prize for her praying she’d accept.
Will you marry me? His picture read with pouty pleading lips. Can he be my Daddy? Her little girl’s picture said with the same pout and pleading expression, and then together a pitiful image that needed no written explanation but still had PLEASE scrolled at the bottom in big black letters.
“Will you?” he put a voice to his words drawing her around to him as he knelt behind her. She laughed when she saw him and her little girl still pouting and pleading.
Holding up her finger she pulled out her mobile phone and typed a quick text. His phone instantly buzzed. Reading it he felt his heart swell as he slipped the ring on her finger and stood to meet his lips with hers.
Her answer was the perfect yes to an instant shot.
*I am a few week’s rusty on Blog Battling but I am glad to be back in the challenge. This week’s Keyword: PHOTOGRAPH. My Genre: CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE. To read other Blogbattle stories and cast your vote, or even to write along, you can do so by clicking HERE.
~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!