My Miniature Memoir

Another flash of bright left me blinking as I ran dizzily round in circles. Beneath me my legs wobbled slightly. I attempted to stabilise myself, though to no avail. It was early in the morning and the bright sunlight hurt my eyes terribly. It crept up past the house and into the garden, occasionally searing my vision each time I came to a full circle. Still I ran, as if the caustic nature of the light hardly bothered me at all.

Two pairs of legs were moving around me. Recognising both I attempted to grab onto one of the legs, stumbling as I did so. A hand helpful caught me and assisted me to stand straight.

“Oh, stand still.”

I looked skywards, at the familiar smiling face. Her dark brown eyes were dancing in the light as she grinned down at me. Curious, I stretched my arm out in an attempt to grab them. My reach, however, fell short.

Then I was off again, running as fast as my legs could take me. My freedom was brief, as I was firmly seized, and placed upon a small square of concrete. I immediately took a dislike to the new ground. It was uneven under my feet, and impeded my balance. Clutching helplessly at the air I wobbled, unsure of my footing. Before I could move to escape the discomfort something was thrust into my hand. I blinked at the large rose momentarily, and then tossed it aside.

“No, Shenay. Hold onto it sweetie.”

Instantly the rose was placed back into my hand. I stared up at the two women with wonder.

What were they doing?

Curiously I ran towards them, stumbling slightly as I approached. Once again I dropped the rose.

“Hold still,” laughed the other woman. She stepped forward and lifted me high up into the air. I struggled, but then stopped as I caught sight of my reflection in her glasses. Fascinated, I made a grab for them.

“No, no, you can’t have them,” the lady laughed.

I beamed, giggling, as I recognised her voice. She placed me back down and I grabbed a fistful of her grey curls.

“Ow! No Shenay.”

The hair was pulled out of my grap, and I was placed once more upon the square of concrete. Somebody then placed the rose back into my hand.

“Catherine! Take the picture now!”

There was a bright flash, and a click.

“Gotcha!”