Writing Prompts For The Strange

Her Lost and Found Identity

Though she has now identity to herself the feeling of the cold rough plastic between her fingers the soft strap cradling her knuckles and silicon scope rubbing her eye; the camera brings about a sense of calm, level mindedness, peace to her bleak mind; lets her tense shoulders bearing the weight of the world go slack at her side, lets her mind open up to the endless possibilities, child like wonder, twinkle in her eye, even though she has no identity herself when she holds the camera up to her weary face etched lines of someone who had seen to much for her age felt as though the camera was her identity, it had captured everything the girl had seen in her life forever cataloged into its memories even if the click of the button the ring of the shutter and the pixels forming on film never happened the camera had seen and memorized what was or had happened in those moments. It being the only item living or not to know the girls whole story not just the happy parts she talked of, leaving out the darker ones oh no it knew all though unable to help only able to replay them in its files, but the girl was okay with that she was happy with only her camera ever knowing the truth because that was all in the past now, she could finally move on live her life she finally had hope that tomorrow would be better not just some fairy tail she told herself every night just to feel the slight warmth in her chest and tug at the corners of her mouth. And she had her camera to thank for that, the camera was her identity she had originally thought, but now she knew that in reality the camera was only their as a reminder to herself to keep looking through the lens the mirrors of lights to help her find who she was and who she wanted to be; her true identity, not the one behind the camera but the one without the camera, the one with a bright closed eyed smile throwing out peace signs ever chance she got. Now that she had found it she was no longer the girl with no identity she was now the girl with hope and she thanked god everyday for when she had stumbled upon that old Polaroid camera in the shop window knowing that without it she would have never been freed of her past that had always seemed to came back and haunt her. She was able to finally show her true smile and laugh with so much joy that often for naught the camera would stare at that scene of her so full of life laughing till her cheeks stung and stomach was on fire tears pooling in her eyes. When she smiled so wide you thought her face was permanently stuck that way forever. This was the cameras fondest memory so happy that even has it sat in her antique cabinet long since forgotten the girl no longer needing its comfort to feel complete. It played her story over and over again so as to get to the end just to see her bright smile again. It in content on how it's life had ended, but was able to help another's begin again.