My heart races as the pages are turning.
I paint the pictures.
I write the story.
With a camera.
That is what I do.
I am a photographer.
Light shines through the crystal lens.
My subject appears.
As clear as day.
The waves crashing.
The sun is rising.
The hues of blues and oranges ever changing in the sky.
It is breathtaking.
A new day is beginning.
A day for new opportunities.
New adventures.
New memories.
More smiles and laughs.
To be captured for all eternity.
Crystal clear images.
Crisp and bright colors.
To be printed in a book to last a life time.
About the Creator
TICK TOCK
11.59. Even though the glass had shattered, Lorna could still see that her watch ticked over. One minute until midnight. Her watch was the only thing she had that she could carry. The only thing to remember her parents by. A birthday present from last year, the year she turned seventeen.
By Elizabeth Butler4 days ago in Fiction
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