I have a picture of my parent’s house, which I keep in a frame next to my bed.
I received a digital camera for my twelfth birthday and thought I would take a picture of the house for my Dad to keep in his study. The house was so grand then - big and white and granite. A blood red door with bonsai trees either side.
The next day, I went outside before anyone was awake. The light was nice; pinkish. Remembering my Dad’s long-winded explanation, I stepped into the road to make sure the whole house was in shot. It probably didn’t matter - it was early, the roads were quiet. I checked carefully in silence that everything was right before hitting the shutter. Drawing a deep breath, I looked at the image on the camera.
Errors jumped out at me like whack-a-moles. The walls weren’t square to the edges, I had only half of a plant in the bottom left hand corner. There was a slight beige smudge to the bottom. Surely not my finger!? I deleted the image, disgusted.
The light changed as I continued to click the shutter, each photograph a greater travesty than the last; the light no longer pink. I eventually captured the image which is now in a frame by my bed, not kept in my Dad’s study. I felt at the time that it would do.
Saturday, 26 June 2021
Debut Flash: 'No traffic noise, only silence' by Jennifer Hurley
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
The 2022 Submission Window is Now Closed
Thank you to everyone who sent in work for consideration in this year's FlashFlood. For those of you still waiting for a reply, we'...
-
A shaft of sunlight fell across the worn herringbone floor, drawing his gaze upwards to the flawless blue sky beyond the row of windows, ...
-
Before we launch into a new year at FlashFlood, we'd like to take a moment to celebrate all our 2021 award nominees. Congratulations to ...
-
That's it for this year's FlashFlood! Huge thanks again to our writers, our readers, our editors , and everyone who submitted work....
No comments:
Post a Comment