Day 13 —Write about a random picture you would find in an envelope of finished prints at the store.
(I changed this challenge, it originally said Costco, but since I've never been to one; I'm doing Target.)
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I remember when I met her, it all started with the picture. This story might start out making me look like a complete stalker. I'm not, though. It turned out happy if I was, and if I was, she didn't mind.
This starts out unromantic, but eventually it ends up happy like all the movies. I was 22, picking up pictures at the Target. I was a student at community college, majoring in creative writing, and minoring in photography.Since I hadn't had the money to buy a fancy printer, I had to print all of my photos at the machine in the store. Long story short, as I grabbed my photos, one was left behind. One photo, of her.
It didn't spark my interest because she was stunning, which she was, but because of the fact she had written this on the back:
"I hate this town, it's so washed up, and all my friends don't give a fuck. They'll tell me that it's just bad luck, When will I find where I fit in?"
I recognized the song, obviously the girl had good taste in music. I also recognized the place she was standing in front of, The Midtown Art Shop. It was started by Francine Miller, a lady with red hair and a rugged wardrobe, all the artists could spray paint her walls with their art, she didn't care; as long as it kept them from doodling on the trains. I had taken photos of her shop for class, (which had earned me an A, by the way.)
Then, as a 22 year old college student, I wondered; what if I found her. So then, I did.
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