Emile couldn't quite place it, but something was definitely wrong. He had felt it all day, and yet when he tried to think back on what happened his mind grew fuzzy. Something about a garage sale, and he remembered buying the camera but it was all vague. He was going to let the feeling go but he suddenly got the same feeling when he took pictures of his little girls.
"What could be wrong?" He whispered to himself as he shook the last pee of the tip of his penis.
He shoved that monster back in his pants, and started washing his hands. As he stared into the mirror, he began to feel it again. Why would his reflection bug him? What was going on? All he knew was that his strange feelings had something to do with that old polaroid camera. He walked out of the bathroom to find Rebecca picking up the camera from the table.
"Rebecca?" He asked confused.
"Ugh, yes Daddy, I did finish my chores." Rebecca sighed with the roll of her eyes. She twirled her curly red hair in one hand and held the camera loosely in the other, annoyed that he was still bugging her.
"Why do you have that?" Emile asked hopefully. Perhaps his daughter also felt something was wrong.
"Look I wasn't gonna keep it, I just wanted to take some cute pics or whatever." She answered defensively.
Emile's heart sank. He figured he might be going crazy or senile, but he still had to examine the camera to know for sure.
"Listen sweetheart, can I have that?" He asked.
"But Dad!" Rebecca protested.
"Hey hey, how abbot I take some pictures for you?" He offered.
Rebecca winced slightly. She wanted to take some more... personal pics. Although, she had to agree that at least her dad was trying, so why not.
"Okay fine. But just one Dad ok? I'm all sweaty right now and my hair's a mess and I don't have makeup on and-"
"I got it." He laughed. Man, he couldn't believe how fussy girls could be, even after raising two on his own. "Then... I'll let you have the camera alright?"
"Deal." She reluctantly agreed.
As Rebecca tried to lean against the table at the best angle with which to show off some cleavage, Emile was too concerned with the camera to scold her. He didn't think the camera was dangerous, but something about it was screwing with his head. He noticed different options on the camera, but none of them made sense to even be there! He just left it selected to random, whatever that meant, and aimed the camera.
Rebecca smiled as the light enveloped the room.
FLASH