“Come in come in, Flashy smiles is always happy to share and capture your memorable moments.”
His voice reminded me of Jafar, calm and cajoling disguising the venomous web laced within. It didn’t help that the door looked like the top half of an hourglass, was it a premonition of the photographers second nature?
I wasn’t really scared I had grandma with me she was sharper than any wicked magician and she knows all the good genies. I know because when she reads me the stories, we always beat the bad guys.
We wore matching outfits: yellow poker dot tops and a pair of jeans, we got them from the charity shop on ninth street. Grandma said it was a bargain and the best choice for this year’s family photo.
When the photos were delivered grandma wasn’t there, her spot was eerily vacant. Waking up in cold sweat, my mind confused by the dream.
Mum said grandma passed-on that morning, she wasn’t in the family photos that Christmas.
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