Captured




There are several different kinds of smiles.
 
Smiles when you are happy...

Smiles when you are nervous or unsure...

And blank forced smiles like those when taking pictures.

 
Lucy loved smiling. She had an even, brilliant smile,With shining white teeth hidden behind full pouty lips.

 
She’d often joke with friends, chuckle and giggle... But no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t hold back her wonderful smile.

 
She was growing older, as we all do, becoming more aware of her appearance; What she liked, what others liked… She’d spend her mornings and nights in the bathroom examining her face for perfections and imperfections.

 
Every time Lucy looked into the mirror she saw a younger version of herself. Like a photograph, the mirror only showed what was... even if ever so slightly behind the present, and never quite what existed at that exact moment.


Photographs are funny things...

How they hold a time.

How they hold an image.
How they hold her.


Photos were able to capture that perfect angle. That just so moment. Lucy painted her lashes black, fluffing her long shiny hair and smiled that beautiful smile.

 
She aimed the camera into the mirror, pressing the button. A metallic roll twisted in the machine, looking to focus past the blur.


With a *SNAP* light exploded, fading from white to visible.

 
There used to be a time when photos developed. A roll of film would travel from event to event until the counter fell backwards to zero. Then, and only then, was it time to review the photos.

 
Now, everything was instant. You aim, shoot, and examine within seconds… There was no more mystery to the black tape housed in the back of the machine.

 
Lucy laughed at the picture, noticing one of her eyes looked smaller than the other. It was something she’d often noticed on her face but had come to find silly.

 
She took aim, facing the camera to the mirror and pouted again. A metallic roll twisted in the machine, focusing past the blur.

With a *SNAP* light exploded, fading from white to visible.

 
The tilt of her head was just right, letting her eyes appear the exact same size, especially masked by the extensive mascara. The picture was good, but she felt she could do better.

 
She took aim once more, facing the camera to the mirror. A metallic roll twisted in the machine, focusing past the blur.


With a *SNAP* light exploded, fading from white to visible

 
That was the one… The one in a hundred billion photos that captured Lucy. Her face, her eyes, her hair, and yes, that beautiful bright even smile.

 
Lucy had been captured by the camera... locked in the picture of her youth.

 
Held in a time forever.


- J.D. Clair

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