Walking along the sidewalk, she stopped suddenly and began rummaging through her bag.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Oh nothing, just the sky. I need to take a picture.”
He looked up. Just sparse clouds in an otherwise clear day. She turned her camera upwards, zoomed in, out, adjusted some settings, snap.
“Let me see,” he said.
She handed him the camera and in the foreground, in the bottom righthand corner of the fram was the top corner of the 2-story red adobe house they were standing next to. The sky was bright and dotted with clouds in all the background everywhere else. Completely minimal and nothing he’d even noticed.
“Wow. Can you frame that for me?”
“Sure,” she said, and held her two hands to the sky, making a small rectangle of right thumb to left index finger, right index finger to her left thumb. “See.”
“That’s not what I meant. I mean when you print it, can I have a copy?”
“But I’m giving you a copy right now. And this one’s better than some cheap plastic frame. It’s personalized.”
“Yeah but I can’t take it with me and hang it on my wall.”
“You can hang it in your memory,” she said. “Just like the printed version, it’s you decision whether you want to keep it up and look at it from time to time, or take it down and let it gather dust until you forget what it looks like.”
“Fine,” he said. “I’ll take it.”
He lifted the camera and took a picture of her hands framing the small piece of sky.
“But I want the printed version as well. For when I don’t have your hands nearby to frame it for me.”
“Suit yourself,” she said. “But this one’s limited edition, just for you.”
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