“You boys sit on the side of the bench and be still,” their father instructed. “I’m standing here right behind you to take your picture.”
Brian turned around and asked, “Can I see?”
“I haven’t taken it yet,” Ben said. “I’ll show it to you after I take it.”
Danny then turned, stood up, and looked back. “I wanna see it, too,” he said.
“You both need to turn around, sit still, and look at the fountain in the pond,” Ben said. “Then I’ll take the picture and show it to both of you.”
“Okay, Daddy,” Danny said, sitting back down, until he got up and, with tears streaming down his cheeks, went running back to his father. “Brian punched my arm.”
“He farted and it was stinky,” Brian called back.
It took a while, but after about an hour of trying, Ben finally got the boys to settle down and to get his picture. When he got home and showed his wife, she said. “Oh that’s an adorable picture.”
“Piece of cake,” Ben said.
Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: wildverbs.