Short Story
Butterflies, junebugs, earthworms, and mothernature's favorite, rain, occured outside my window. Mama's Sunday dinners were the best around May. Although it did rain a lot.
Something about a kitchen, house and backyard, crowded with family was comforting. The old rug beneath my calloused feet massaging them as I walked around with my camera.
I loved to make memories. I learned that sometimes they wouldn't last so long, so why not just capture on my digital camera.
"Erika why don't you go in the kitchen and fix yourself a plate? You know I got, collard greens, macaroni and cheese, cornbread, and I think I got some neckbone that your great aunt a Loretta made too." My grandmother said, snapping me out of my thoughts. She stood there hands on her hips with an oven mit on her right hand, and her sandals on. I smiled and stepped back, snapping a photo of her.
"Of course grandma." I replied before kissing her cheek.
As I made my way to the kitchen I noticed my twin nieces, Courtney, and Cara playing with a junebug on grandma's floor. I giggled before snapping a picture. What a beautiful picture. The junebug's colors so bright and detailed.
