"Look at Me" Challenge picture #4 .

I don’t know why my husband insisted on taking this picture. We have been married for five years, and there’s still so much I don’t understand about him. It was a Tuesday afternoon; I was sweaty, tired, and uncomfortable from kneeling on the rocks. He came down to the river and said he needed to take my picture. He said I looked especially beautiful in that moment. Beautiful while doing laundry? I told him he was talking crazy, and he responded by saying I am always beautiful. Maybe someday I will be able to see me the way he does.

These drabbles are all completely amazing. What a stunning topic and stunning results.

(Oh, and I totally also thought of Sophia.)

Photo 6

Alternate Memories

I found the photo among my mother's effects. Peculiar, really; my mother, although something of a magpie, tended to save material objects, rather than personal touches.

I recognised the room at once. That was my grandmother's study, where she wrote her terrifying books, the shelves of what she called "fodder", full of facts and statistics, completely devoid of enchantment for a child. Yet I loved being allowed to bear her company, although she mostly ignored me, concentrating instead upon the written page.

This morning, staring at the photo, I realised one final oddity; I've no clue who either of those boys are.

That's wonderful, Deb.

Ah, the Unknown Relative Syndrome. "Who's that?" "I don't know." "But Grandpa's got his arm around his shoulders." "Some buddy, maybe."

sj, I loved yours.

Heh. Connie, this was an oddity for me: total fiction, but transferring the woman in the photo to my grandmum.

We really did have a family photo, one of my father and my wicked cool Uncle Robert together, each of them with a hand lovingly on the shoulder of a boy about twelve years old. Not my brother Howard; not Rob's son Michael. I asked my mother who the kid was, after my father died and we were going through his photos; my mother adjusted her reading glasses, peered at the picture, looked baffled for a moment, and said something like "I haven't got the faintest idea."

No one else in the family recognised the kid either, including Rob.

sj, I loved yours.

Thanks, Deb. How have you been? I haven't talked to you in ages.

Me? Truly? It's been gruesome. Week nine or thereabouts of House Renovation Hell, plus we lost a beloved cat in the middle of it and it wasn't an easy death. But we're coping. Right now, awaiting Nic's arrival home so that we can jump in the car and do the feral rounds of the Park cats, and maybe the fox we fed the other night, plus some skunks and raccoons.

Plus, the House Hell has the end nearly in sight.

Sorry for the gruesome. I tried to post sympathy in your livejournal, but it wouldn't let me post that day for some evil reason. I am so sorry for your loss. Good luck with the House Hell.

Teppy, this is the best topic, ever. I haven't written a thing, of course, because it's been that kind of week, but thank you.

You have all given some great drabble. It's an extra treat to read Jilli, Jesse, and others who don't usually join in.