“if only you could see”

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She bit her lower lip as she posed for the digital camera. Her shy ways always found themselves surfacing during times like these. The man behind the LCD screen peeked from the side, and raised his brow at her. She smiled for a second, and her cheeks reddened. He winked, then returned his gaze to the screen, the stabilized image, the area in focus, a faint click, and an obnoxious flash. After thirty minutes, the memory full image appeared, and he thumbed the camera into the off position, and removed the memory card. She followed him to the viewing room, where he would insert the card into his laptop's SD slot, and she would gaze at herself in wall-mounted plasma glory. He put both feet on top of the table as he lazily scrolled through each picture, each one revealing more details than the last. The fibers on her scarf. The second hand of her watch. The girl was thoroughly pleased with the pictures, and she turned back to him and smiled. He barely noticed her, yet he smiled back. From deep within his pocket was a startling vibration, and both his feet dropped to the ground unexpectedly. He shoved a hand in to retrieve the palm sized device, and he went outside the room to answer the call. The girl sat down now behind the laptop, and began sifting through the photos at her own leisure. She bit her lip again, this time to contain her excitement, her eyes wide and reflecting the images she looked so intently at. She cropped the images, rotated them to better fit the page, and printed away. Slowly the printer spat out each photo, the ink quickly drying, and it was like she was holding the winning poker hand of the night. She looked out the glass door of the room, and watched the man argue the person on the other end of the line, and she smiled. He didn't hold his emotions very well, or at the very least, his anger. She took a permanent marker from the cup of various writing utensils, and began scribbling a message on the back of one of her photographs. She placed the photo picture side up on the laptop's keyboard and snuck out the other door to the viewing room. After running a bit down the corridor, she slowed her pace, and smiled to herself. She pulled an mp3 player out of her purse, and into her ears, delicately placed the buds, where she became totally immersed into the music. With both hands she pushed open the steel door exit, and disappeared into the night.



Something to write about in the last three minutes I have before going to work. I feel like wearing ridiculously comfortable clothes, like the kind you might wear to sleep. A loose shirt, and soft shorts. Sandles if you have to. Hair hardly brushed, and not really caring what you look like today because the traffic is so slow today. I want a puzzle book. That's what I'll go look for right now...maybe it will be slow, but enjoyable. But more realistically: it will be slow, and I won't take my gaze off the clock that is five minutes fast. I like that it's five minutes fast. (:

Well I hope everyone had a good Monday. Mine was quite lazy, and I need something better to do. (: