Post by thebluebird on Sept 18, 2012 17:37:55 GMT -6
There was something that Evelynn loved about the snapshot that she held in her hand. It was faded, ripped, and generally, weathered looking but it showed off the greatest man she's ever known, her grandfather. Honestly, it's an outrageous photo, and if she showed it to you, you couldn't help but laugh.
She found it when she was combing through her grandfather's old things. Everything was boxed up, labeled and primed with coffee stains. She unfolded the police uniform and let it drop down in front of her chest. It was dirty and out-of-fashion. But what she loved in particular was that it smelled of him. It smelled of summers past where he would take her fishing. Or take her on patrol and let her wear his hat - which was obviously too big for her head. She missed that old man in the photograph. She missed his huge mouth and the way it crunched into a grin or any sort of feature. She missed his shaggy eyebrows and his hair that was just a bit too long. She could remember the day when she graduated the police academy and was given her badge and gun. Her grandfather would never be a more proud individual.
But on to the photo. It was a photo of a bust that his partner had taken at the scene of the crime. It was her grandfather, with his crunched up grin, hat tipped to the sky and arms locking around the heads of two criminals who had just been caught dealing with promiscuous sex for cash. The man on the left of the photograph was a husky African-American with a rustly looking beard. His hair was leaving him but the baseball cap was doing its best to cover that up. The woman on the left had barely saved her breasts from becoming exposed by the photograph by clasping a pillow to her chest. Her hair was frizzled and lopsided. This, her grandfather told her, is why you become a cop. To get fun snapshots like this.
Evelynn smiled lightly as she caressed the photograph with her thumb, feeling out the roughness. The last thing her grandfather had told her before he past away last week was to always have fun with her life. To try new things, to meet new people. Of course, uphold the law, but do it in your on way. Make your own outrageous snapshot that shows just what being you is all about.
She unpacked a few more things and found another cache of photos and strange old things from her grandfather's life. A lot of the photographs were of her grandfather and some classic professional wrestlers. He'd often do security for a local wrestling federation so he got to meet a lot of interesting individuals. She thumbed through the photos and smiled a bit, laughing gently to herself.
"Now wouldn't that be funny?"
She found it when she was combing through her grandfather's old things. Everything was boxed up, labeled and primed with coffee stains. She unfolded the police uniform and let it drop down in front of her chest. It was dirty and out-of-fashion. But what she loved in particular was that it smelled of him. It smelled of summers past where he would take her fishing. Or take her on patrol and let her wear his hat - which was obviously too big for her head. She missed that old man in the photograph. She missed his huge mouth and the way it crunched into a grin or any sort of feature. She missed his shaggy eyebrows and his hair that was just a bit too long. She could remember the day when she graduated the police academy and was given her badge and gun. Her grandfather would never be a more proud individual.
But on to the photo. It was a photo of a bust that his partner had taken at the scene of the crime. It was her grandfather, with his crunched up grin, hat tipped to the sky and arms locking around the heads of two criminals who had just been caught dealing with promiscuous sex for cash. The man on the left of the photograph was a husky African-American with a rustly looking beard. His hair was leaving him but the baseball cap was doing its best to cover that up. The woman on the left had barely saved her breasts from becoming exposed by the photograph by clasping a pillow to her chest. Her hair was frizzled and lopsided. This, her grandfather told her, is why you become a cop. To get fun snapshots like this.
Evelynn smiled lightly as she caressed the photograph with her thumb, feeling out the roughness. The last thing her grandfather had told her before he past away last week was to always have fun with her life. To try new things, to meet new people. Of course, uphold the law, but do it in your on way. Make your own outrageous snapshot that shows just what being you is all about.
She unpacked a few more things and found another cache of photos and strange old things from her grandfather's life. A lot of the photographs were of her grandfather and some classic professional wrestlers. He'd often do security for a local wrestling federation so he got to meet a lot of interesting individuals. She thumbed through the photos and smiled a bit, laughing gently to herself.
"Now wouldn't that be funny?"