When the brilliant flash of light cleared, they certainly weren’t in their old house anymore.
“Daddy? Are you done taking the photo?”
Emile blinked and shook his head. They were now in a small house out in the countryside somewhere, and instead of three other people at the table with him there were only two. His older daughter Rebecca let out a dramatic sigh when he didn’t respond right away, pulling out her phone and beginning to send a text. Her low cut flannel shirt and denim shorts were as skimpy as usual, and her long, flame hair hair was draped over her shoulders.
Rebecca’s little sister Paula was nine years old, with long blonde hair, in a simple blue dress. She was still staring anxiously up at Emile.
“Yes, yes, girls, I’m fine. The picture came out well. Have you done your chores?” he asked, anxiously to try and get them out of the room so that he could clear his head and try and figure out what was going on.
“Yes daddy!” Paula chirped happily. “Good girl. Rebecca? How about you?” Emile replied. Rebecca groaned in response. “I was getting to it....” she replied. “Go finish what you hadn’t already. Now, please.” Emile demanded. With another groan and a toss of her hair Rebecca headed out the door.
Walking out to the family barn, Rebecca had been grumbling under her breath the whole way. “Stupid Dad....always getting in the way of me having fun...bad enough he chased off my last boyfriend when he caught us up in the hayloft....”
By the time she reached the barn, Rebecca was in a foul mood, and shoveling loads of hay into the stall for Olive, the family’s mare, and the other animals. Yeah, obviously they had to eat, but why did Dad always have to make HER do it when he was mad at her? Now she was all hot and sweaty and gross.
Trudging back to the house, Rebecca walked in, planning on heading up the stairs in order to take a shower.....but then she saw Dad’s camera sitting on the table. Hmm....this could be interesting...