Walking past a camera, I wonder.

The mom smiles and pulls her two

young boys near her. They whine, but

comply. With a click, the fake forced

smiles are captured for eternity as is

my shocked face in the background.

I wonder if, many years from now, one

of the boys turned man will pull out this

photo and reminisce on good times. If he

will point out the stranger in the background

that has given him and his family a few laughs

or if he won’t even notice me.

After all, I only matter if those watching make it so.

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Years ago, Camden Rose brought her typewriter across the country to Seattle after completing degrees in marketing and creative writing at Elon University. She fell in love with the city and hasn't left since. She can often be found at the ocean's edge taking notes on the local mermaid population. She loves exploring nature and seeking out the magic hidden beneath the everyday world. Currently, she is working on various short stories, novels, and a master’s in education. You can find her on Twitter @CamdensCorner.

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