Sometimes I Wish That I Could Freeze The Picture Novels & Stories

“You don’t have to do it today.” Freeda looked up. “That sounds like doubt.” “It’s caution,” he said. “I know the difference,” she replied. He inclined his head. “Then I’ll stop talking.” Winnie pointed a finger at him. “That’s the most useful thing you’ve learned this month.” Freeda unlocked her phone and opened the camera. No filters. No staged flowers. She rotated the mug slightly, rested her hand against the table, and took three shots. The first was too bright.

I had asked him back then, completely oblivious to the weight behind his words. "Because they capture time," he had answered, his voice low and unusually soft. "It's almost like time froze in place. Pictures are the only means we can put a pause on time, because in actual reality, time keeps going. But pictures... they capture that moment, that time that could've run away and they hide it in there." "So it doesn't run away?" He nodded his head, looking at me with an intensity that used to scare me. "So it doesn't run. Moments you could relive forever..."

6. The video on the camera’s viewfinder dissolved into snowy static. Remembering how it had looped before I picked it up, I frantically searched for its power button. Found it and switched it off before the person in the video could again start whispering excitedly about something changing his life.

I asked him looking at the collage on the wall. "Yes. I can see your past with one touch. I can take away anything, or give it back. I can create new memories too, but I don't like doing that." "So then do you know what my power is?" He smiled a faint smile and laughed a little at what ever he was thinking.

I sent it to him. "You're killing me here." I giggled a little. "I just wanted to help you have some good dreams tonight." I took another picture, only this time I had pulled my shirt up and exposed my breast. “You’re a goddess.” I just smiled to myself. “I wish you were next to me.”

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I asked "And why do you ask that?" "Because it's look like you planning to annoy me for the rest of the vacation." I looked at the sun slowly rising. I squealed and take out my phone. "Uwaaa so beautiful." My face light up to see the sunrise. Ben chuckled and I took a lot of photos. "Why don't you make a wish?" "A wish?" I asked but I immediately close my eyes and make my wish. I opened my eyes again and still admiring the view. "I want to stay here." I mumbled

I was delirious. "Hey, hey. Slow down," he softly said. "Where are you?" "My room," my voice quivered even as I replied via mind link. "Maybe you can track the number that sent me that picture?" I suggested. "I'll try. But if the number is unreachable, it could mean that person had switched it off. Send me the number and the picture." "Okay," I said. "By the way, I love the camera. It's the model I've been thinking of buying. Thanks love," he said and a weary smile curled on my lips.

" Bye, mom." "You too honey. Have fun." "Definitely." Picking up my phone, I stared at the pictures I took earlier today. Smiling to myself, I put my phone in my pockets and headed out of the house. *** Patrick's POV I lay on the bed in my room, staring at the pictures that I took earlier today. I know I should stop it and delete the photos, but every time I try to click on the delete button, I freeze. 'What's wrong with me? I never behave like this.' I thought to myself.

Jenny traced her fingers over the photographs, reliving the moments frozen in time. One picture captured a sunny day in the backyard, Hunter chasing after soap bubbles with uncontainable delight. His laughter echoed in Jenny's ears, a melody that once filled their home with boundless joy. In that fleeting moment frozen in the photograph, she saw the carefree spirit of her son, a stark contrast to the complexities of the present.