The People in the Photograph


I walked past a picture of Paris on the sidewalk this morning.

Old superstition says photographs steal the soul. Utterly ludicrous, of course.

Photographs don’t steal souls. They merely copy them.

Ah, I can hear you scoffing. But the photograph copies everything else, doesn’t it?

You think I am just a mad old man, don’t you?

But you haven’t been in my gallery at night. You haven’t felt the weight of their eyes upon you.

I walked past a picture of Paris on the sidewalk this morning and wondered how many people were in shot when it was taken.

Word Count: 99

This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fieldsfor running the challenge and C.E.Ayr for providing the prompt photo!

(This is my first one of these for a while but I’m trying to get back into the swing of doing them.)


27 thoughts on “The People in the Photograph

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  1. Dear Joshua,

    Nice to see you back. I feel the same way when I look at old photos of people…children in old tintypes who look so solemn…wedding pictures. Did the kids scamper off to play or quarrel after the picture was taken? What was going through their minds. Lovely take on the prompt.



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    1. Thank you!
      I once saw some old (Victorian era, I think) photographs on the Internet where people were smiling and laughing rather than looking solemn. It was a bit surreal and a good reminder that the people in those days were people, just like us.


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