Pencil Shavings: Photo Booths

We were young then, the lick of ocean salt on your lips, sweat our summer coats, and I remember your weight on my lap as the smell of sunscreen filled the booth and the flash caught us.
[Kim MacCormack, Dover, MA]

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Jenny found them in her mother’s underwear drawer as she was looking for a twenty (her mother tended to leave cash tucked into a pair of flowered briefs) and realized that the man with the Mohawk was her father.
[Kim MacCormack, Dover, MA]

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Touch screen, select option, wait, wait, keep waiting, you’re almost there, keep—oh, you just missed it, but wait, wait, it’s printing: how silly you look.
[Fabrizio Ciccone, Plano, TX]

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It started innocently enough: they wanted silly photographs, until the curtains closed around them.
[Celina Sowadska, San Diego, CA]

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Paul felt unwelcome in this place that captured so many memories; his loneliness seemed to expand in the small box as the darkness closed in.
[Kevin Hong, Needham, MA]

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“And these are my grandchildren, Edgar and Alice, at Navy Pier… though I don’t understand how they got all these photos on one page, but then again there are many things about Edgar and Alice that I don’t understand—like why, between the two of them, they have sixteen earrings.”
[Gabriella Fee, Lincoln, MA]

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