The Girl with the Magic Camera

WRITING PROMPT: If the title of the story is "The girl with a magical camera", what is the story about? Who is the girl? Where does the camera come from? Write your story.

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Part Five

Deeta sat in utter disbelief. She stared at the picture while her hand shook. 'There's more to this camera than empty films.' she thought. 'Does it capture picture from mere memory?' The picture flapped as the wind blew, snatching the picture from her hold. Up it flew, like a dandelion floating in the wind. She got up and ran, knocking her coffee cup to the ground. She wanted to leave it but she bent down nonetheless, her eyes still fixed on the flying photograph. Farther it flew, dancing with the wind, in the direction of the person she least likely wanted it to end up with: Mr Powell. She shot off like a rocket, determined to catch the photograph before he notices it. It was already inches from the the park bench where Mr Powell sat when she decided to lunge for it. She landed on the grass with a dull thud. It wasn't loud but it was enough to snap Mr Powell from his reverie. Deeta put the photograph inside her pocket and was dusting off the dirt from her sweater when she met his eyes. They were reddening at the edge, tears lining his eyes. Her heart dropped, guilt tugging at her chest. 'It's not right.' she thought. 'It's not fair that I have a picture of them when his heart still misses her.' She smiled at him, the friendliest that she could muster. "Good afternoon, Mr Powell." she said.

The Girl with the Magic Camera

WRITING PROMPT: If the title of the story is "The girl with a magical camera", what is the story about? Who is the girl? Where does the camera come from? Write your story.

~O~O~O~

Part Four

The sun was up and its rays were slowly making their way through her open window. But Deeta hadn't slept a wink. The camera had kept her up. She tossed and turned all night, searching her mind for any logical explanation. But she couldn't think of any. 'What was it that Sherlock said? When you have eliminated all the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?' she thought.'What if all of the probable have been eliminated and all that's left is the impossible?' In a fit of frustration, she threw her blanket to the floor and got up. She paced the floor and, from time to time, glanced at the camera. The camera stood on her nightstand, looking at her squarely, mocking her for the answers she did not have. She jumped when she heard her mother knock on her door.

The Girl with the Magic Camera

WRITING PROMPT: If the title of the story is "The girl with a magical camera", what is the story about? Who is the girl? Where does the camera come from? Write your story.

~O~O~O~

Part Three

Deeta sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the camera on top of her dresser. The brown casing has faded but bore no scratch or marking. There were two dials at the top and a small red button on the left corner. Its lens and flash stared back at her, as if it were studying her too. 
'Who is she?' it seemed to ask. 'Who owned you?' Deeta she asked back. She checked the camera from top to bottom, there was no indication to whom the camera belonged. The chest provided no further clues either. 

The Girl with the Magic Camera

WRITING PROMPT: If the title of the story is "The girl with a magical camera", what is the story about? Who is the girl? Where does the camera come from? Write your story.

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Part One

In secret. It has always been in secret. In public, but always in secret.