Taking A Photo (micro fiction)

Taking A Photo

“Smile Jenny!” Jenny smiled. Through the lens Sonya watched Jenny sitting in front of the tree, her long brown hair being blown about by the wind. After a trek through the cemetery, this was the place they had always liked coming to. Sonya pressed the button and heard the camera click.

By the time she looked at the picture, tears were beginning to stream down her face. All she had was a picture of their favourite tree and empty space where Jenny would have been.

Joanne Fisher

This story was inspired by a prompt that I totally misunderstood. It turned out the prompt was something completely different, but by then I had the story…

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