Walking through the halls, he notices the pictures he has been looking at his whole life started to change. There was dust coming off of them and changes in them. As he looked closer at one of them, he realised that the pictures weren't changing. They were ageing, and not the pictures. The people in them. He looked at the picture, the picture he knew so well, they had taken it three years ago, in Italy...
"GUYS!!!! STOP TALKING ALREADY!! YOU HAVE TO STAND STILL FOR THE PICTURE TO NOT BE BLURRY! Good, thank you! JEREMY PUT YOUR PHONE AWAY!! Goooooood, okay now everyone say cheeeese!!!"
He remembered her yelling at them all because they wouldn't stand still. It was one of his favourite memories, and that wasn't because he only had a few, it was because it was one of the rare moments when the whole family was actually together. His 19-year-old sister, Steph, out of her room, smiling. His 12-year-old brother, Jeremy, having his phone in his pocket instead of in front of his face. His father, not in his office, smiling into the camera. And himself, out of his stroller, and on his father's lap.
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Some Short Stories
RandomThese are just a bunch of tinier stories that I think of and that I'm never gonna continue writing on. All rights reserved to me, if you think of something to write from being inspired from my short stories please tell me, I would love to read it :).
