A Library of Short Stories

The Pictures

Written on November 9, 2018 on Tumblr 

The sun hasn't arisen from its tranquil slumber. The air is refreshing, the cold lightly nipping at my skin. My russet colored shoulder bag lays beside me. The strap is a beige color that matches the bag well. Music plays through my black headphones. Soothing, comforting, tranquilizing melodies flow through them. The sky is pale pink, maya blue, wisteria purple, and tea rose orange with white clouds dusted across the sky. The cliffs and mountains were taupe grey with hunter green plants growing on the sides of them. On the top of the cliffs, there are areas of dirt where plants are growing. On the top of the cliff I'm sitting on, there is an abundance of dirt. Grass almost completely covers the cliff, leaving small spots open to the grey rocks. Flowers of diverse colors dance across the grass. They come in all sorts of shapes and sizes as well. A ficus religiosa stands tall a few feet behind me. I open my bag and look inside. The inside fabric of the bag is a bole brown with small pockets in it. There were a multitude of items inside the bag. A carnelian stitched notebook case covers a large notebook. A few different colored pens and a few mechanical pencils sit in one of the pockets. A small book on witchcraft lays next to the notebook, the book being a licorice black and with silver writing in Classic Latin says that it's a book on simple and peaceful witchcraft. A camera sits in a case on top of the book, the case being black as well. I pull it out and open the case. A professional photographer's camera is laid in the case, a few lenses and a cleaning kit also inside. I pick up the camera carefully, making sure my black, fingerless, shoulder length, thin gloves don't get caught in anything. Once I've removed it, I set it up, putting a different lense on it. The weight of the camera in my hands reminds me of the large candle I often carry with me out to the pond at night. I pray at the pond to my lady and lord, who have guided me throughout life with grace and knowledge. An amicable feeling rises inside as I lift up the camera. I can capture any scene I so desire with a simple snap of the camera. I can recreate scenes and replay them with a single piece of paper. With the press of a button, I've captured a heartfelt image that could send you to another world of your own desires and treasures. This was the gift that I was given. The ability to create whole other worlds just by taking a picture.