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by Sumojo
Rated: E · Fiction · Contest Entry · #2194137
She dislikes how her husband is always filming the family
Words 500

“Oh, put the bloody camera down John! Can’t we do anything without you taking videos?” Sue glared at her husband as he zoomed in on his wife’s face, just as she was about to take another bite from her birthday cake.
The whole family were having a picnic in the park to celebrate Sue’s fortieth birthday. The weather had been particularly kind, and the sun was shining out of a clear blue sky.
Sue’s mum smiled fondly at her son-in-law, “You’ll be able to look back at this day when you’re my age, you’re so lucky to have that,” she pointed at the video camera. “In my day all we had were black and white photos.
John zoomed in on Grandma Gladys, “ Go on Glad, sing happy birthday then,” he coaxed.
Gladys obliged, singing loudly off key, “Oh lord Mum, what a racket!” Sue said laughing.

Sue and John’s kids were busy having great fun, rolling down a grassy incline in the park, and John went off with his camera to film them.
“Honestly Mum, don’t encourage him, I get sick of him sticking that camera in my face all the time,” Sue moaned, “he thinks he’s a bloody film director.”
“It makes him happy Sue, I wish we’d had videos, when you and your brothers were little.” Gladys sighed.
“Yeah, I suppose it’s progress. We’re in the seventies now, and who knows what they’ll invent next?”

“Smile Grandma, happy birthday!” Sue’s large family were all at her house to celebrate her seventy-fifth birthday. Her teenage grandchildren were keeping themselves amused, texting, and taking selfies on their iPhones.
Sue’s daughter Sarah, gave her Mum a hug, “Dad would have loved to be here today Mum,”
“He would Darling, he’d be filming it all. How he’d love to see these latest phones and the ease with which everyone can take videos on them these days.” A tear rolled down her lined face as she thought of John, who’d died so many years before, “He used to carry that great big camera around with him. I have so many videos, I don’t know what to do with them.”
“Do you still have the old player Mum?”
“Yes, but the question is, does it still work? It’s been years since I’ve watched a video cassette.”
“I tell you what, I’ll see if I can get our James to take a look at it, if he can get it working we can let the grandkids see what we looked like when we were kids,” Sarah smiled, “ It’ll be an education.”

An hour later the family were gathered around the television, Sarah’s son James, had managed to get the old player working, and the kids were asking for more.
“Ha ha, Granny, you look funny,” ten year old Peter laughed.
James slid another cassette into the machine.
There on the screen appeared Sue, eating a piece of her fortieth birthday cake, and her mother Gladys, who’d died ten years ago, was singing Happy birthday, off key.
“Oh lord Mum, what a racket!” she heard her forty year old self say.
Everyone laughed, and Sue whispered, “Thank you John, I love you.”

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