Fiction Friday – Picture This

“For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.”  ~ Judy Garland

 Chapter 4

 Tony sat on a park bench, far enough away not to get in the way, but close enough to see the curve of Lacy’s bottom in her designer jeans.  This isn’t the Lacy I know, but I sure do like her, he thought.

Lacy became another woman when she had her camera in hand.  Usually shy and quiet, she directed the three boys in active play, running after them and capturing spontaneous fun with click after click of her camera.  She must have taken two hundred pictures and they’d only been at the park for twenty minutes.  A middle-aged couple, her with her fancy clothes and he with his golf shirt, stood nearby.  They were at least twelve or thirteen years older than Tony, but you wouldn’t know it by their faces.

“Maybe it’s all the child energy surrounding them.”  Tony muttered, running a hand through his thick curls.

There were days when he already felt ready for retirement, especially this last week.  He thought moving from fighting fires to driving the emergency truck would give him a little break, but things were busy lately.  Last week he assisted in treating and transporting three heart-attack patients and Mrs. Horrender.

Stretching his legs out in front of him, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.  Sleeping on the couch left him with knotty muscles and droopy eyes, but he’d do just about anything to be close to Lacy.

An hour or so later, Tony sensed rather than heard Lacy plop down on the bench next to him.  He lifted his head, running a calloused hand over his face.

“Looks like you may have gotten a bit too much sun.”

“Felt good.  I don’t see nearly enough sun in the north country.  No wonder you like it down here.”

Lacy leaned back, sighing contentedly.  Finishing a photo shoot always calmed her, focused her thoughts, and quieted her memories.

“You done with those pictures of yours?”

“For now.  I’ve still got a couple of hours work at home, uploading and tweaking the pictures in Photoshop.  I can’t settle for good enough when it comes to my pictures.  I feel like I owe the families more than that.  I want them to look their best.  More importantly I hope every one of my customers loves their pictures.”

“That’s why you’re so good at what you do.”  Tony said.  “How’d you get into photography anyway?”

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