The photograph

Entry for a contest. Linda's story.

The girl tossed her brown hair making the boy behind the camera laugh. She stood, her straight back leaning against a budding tree. The beach could be seen a little ways off, the waves breaking on the rich sand in white crested rows. The wind was whipping her hair across her face, her brown eyes twinkling.

"Can you hurry up?" she begged, shivering. The boy held up a finger signaling 'in a minute'. His green eyes were lumionous against his chocolate skin. He ran a hand through his curly, black hair.

"Can you put your arm like that?" he asked putting his arm behind his head. She obeyed and he snapped a picture.

"One more," he informed her. "And then we can go inside. Smile." She smiled and the flash went off.

"Okay," the boy said. The girl took his hand and put it on her waist. Together, the walked inside the beach house they had rented. Her manager had gone away for the day leaving the two forbidden lovers alone together.

 "Tea?" the boy asked putting the kettle on the stove. The girl nodded, wrapping herself in a quilt.

"Show me the pictures?" she asked. The boy set out two cups and walked over.

"Scooch," he said and sat down. He turned on the camera and she leaned on him to look at the pictures.

"I like that one," she said pointing at the one with her arm behind her head.

"Yeah..." the boy said. In the background, the kettle screamed. He turned to him, a silly grin on his face.

"What?" The girl asked as the photographer pulled the quilt over their heads and kissed her.

 

Author's Note

Totally random. Edited for your pleasure.

Reviews

[bailish]

I don't think this is totally random at all. There's a direction to it. Your descriptions lead me to think about their relationship. Are they in a long term relationship, or is he just a photographer that she's sleeping with until something else comes along? Nothing shows much commitment from either side.

I liked this a lot.

[goldfishgirl]

Wonderfully written, I love the descriptions.