Scribbles of the Heart

Picture Perfect

It was perfect.

A stolen shot from afar.

He was smiling, eyes glinting.

Then he saw me. I turned to leave. But my feet were rooted on the soft ground.

No other escape. No alibi. Nothing.

He was walking towards me.

But then, just like a savior, waking me up from a trance, my phone rang.

He stopped inches away from me.

I finally walked away, answering the phone, thanking my friend, cursing myself.

He was so close. It should have been perfect.

But I dumped the thought.

He was saying something I couldn't understand.

I kept walking. He was shouting.

His voice getting more inaudible with every step.

I reached the bench, slumped there, ended the call.

That was when I realized, I have been so stupid not to notice it before.

I dropped my camera.

It was now on the hands of the guy with that picture perfect smile.