Source: Ted Strutz

I stumbled into the photo studio five minutes late my paramedic overalls reeking of disinfectant and lime.  I began apologizing to the photographer but the man behind the lens didn’t mind.

“We’ll get a picture of the real you,” he said.

Cindy had Mark on her lap in a tux. Till today I don’t know what I’d do without this woman. The shutter clicked. She then handed Mark to me. The boy looked at me with a creased brow.

“What is it?” I asked.

“If he’s taking the real you dad, shouldn’t you be running somewhere?”

96 Words inspired by Rochelle Wisoff’s Friday Fictioneers. You can read other people’s responses here


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