Playing House By Savannah Seeber
Ramona smiled faintly as she ran her hands along the white metal lattice that enclosed her porch. Her porch. She smiled even bigger. It was a great feeling to finally own a home. Ramona was so proud of Frank and his successful photo restoration business. The first few years of their life together had been rough financially, but business was booming now. They could finally afford their own home.
Frank sifted through his key chain to find the store key as he walked up to the door. He heard an odd crunch beneath his left sneaker as he put the key in. Below his foot was a photo, with a note that read, “Restore this please. Will be picked up once you finish.” Frank was thoroughly confused by this, how would they know when it was done? Oh well, Frank thought, I guess we will just wait and see what happens.
Frank Stencer checked his watch for the third time, watching as the streetlight across the street kicked on. The curiosity was killing him; he had to know what was on that photo. But he also had to wait until the ink had dried before viewing it. Finally the photo was as done as Frank’s patience two hours ago. He fast-walked to the back room and grabbed the photo; but as he was lifting his glasses to view it, a familiar bell sounded, indicating that a customer had just entered his store. Stencer set the photo down delicately and rushed back to the front.
“Welcome to Stencer’s Photo Savers,” Frank said, to an empty storefront. No one was there. How could that be? Frank was awfully confused. After debating his sanity for a few moments, he decided to go back to get a good look at that mystery photo. Yet when he walked to the back room, the photo was gone. In its place lay a card that said, “Thanks Frank. No need to look at the photo though, just do your job.” Now Frank was really questioning his sanity, and his safety. He decided it was best if he closed up shop early and went home. Ramona would provide decent advice on this situation, for sure.
By Savannah Seeber
Ramona smiled faintly as she ran her hands along the white metal lattice that enclosed her porch. Her porch. She smiled even bigger. It was a great feeling to finally own a home. Ramona was so proud of Frank and his successful photo restoration business. The first few years of their life together had been rough financially, but business was booming now. They could finally afford their own home.
Frank sifted through his key chain to find the store key as he walked up to the door. He heard an odd crunch beneath his left sneaker as he put the key in. Below his foot was a photo, with a note that read, “Restore this please. Will be picked up once you finish.” Frank was thoroughly confused by this, how would they know when it was done? Oh well, Frank thought, I guess we will just wait and see what happens.
Frank Stencer checked his watch for the third time, watching as the streetlight across the street kicked on. The curiosity was killing him; he had to know what was on that photo. But he also had to wait until the ink had dried before viewing it. Finally the photo was as done as Frank’s patience two hours ago. He fast-walked to the back room and grabbed the photo; but as he was lifting his glasses to view it, a familiar bell sounded, indicating that a customer had just entered his store. Stencer set the photo down delicately and rushed back to the front.
“Welcome to Stencer’s Photo Savers,” Frank said, to an empty storefront. No one was there.
How could that be? Frank was awfully confused. After debating his sanity for a few moments, he decided to go back to get a good look at that mystery photo. Yet when he walked to the back room, the photo was gone. In its place lay a card that said, “Thanks Frank. No need to look at the photo though, just do your job.” Now Frank was really questioning his sanity, and his safety. He decided it was best if he closed up shop early and went home. Ramona would provide decent advice on this situation, for sure.