Gemotions

The phone call had left her breathless. It was her brother. His voice was filled with a certain delight. He was calling to say their father had agreed to give her his old camera. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks. She was going to frame the camera.

She spent the afternoon gathering her old photographs, preparing for the camera's arrival. The camera was a work of art, with its tarnished brass and worn leather. She could picture it now, taking its place on her mantelpiece, a reminder of her father's passion for capturing the world. She hugged herself.

She would learn everything about photography.