The Silence of a Snapshot
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For @poeticworld’s Challenge.

Mystery About A Girl Who Got Sucked Into A Photograph.

The Silence of a Snapshot

I decided to take a look at the photographs my father snapped throughout his life.

I decided to take a look at the photographs my father snapped throughout his life. He’s been a photographer since he was a teen.

Some of his best photos captured moments of well-known musicians such as The Beetles and Michael Jackson performing on stage.

Some of his best photos captured moments of well-known musicians such as The Beetles and Michael Jackson performing on stage. He’s a lot older now, and I began following in his footsteps.

I’m deaf and unable to speak.

I’m deaf and unable to speak. I've been this way since birth.

I’m deaf and unable to speak. I've been this way since birth. Photography is one of the few things that don't require much communication.

I’m deaf and unable to speak. I've been this way since birth. Photography is one of the few things that don't require much communication. Also, being that it enables me to be creative, makes it that much more fulfilling.

Upon looking at his box of photos, I saw a picture of Martin Luther King Jr.

Upon looking at his box of photos, I saw a picture of Martin Luther King Jr. It was taken while he was delivering his infamous ”I Have a Dream” speech.

Upon looking at his box of photos, I saw a picture of Martin Luther King Jr. It was taken while he was delivering his infamous ”I Have a Dream” speech. While looking at the picture, I realized that his message is still relevant, even today.

My eyes were fixed and focused on the photo.

My eyes were fixed and focused on the photo. Suddenly, I felt a strong pull.

My eyes were fixed and focused on the photo. Suddenly, I felt a strong pull. A pull that drew me closer and closer to the image.

The room began shaking as if there was an earthquake happening.

The room began shaking as if there was an earthquake happening. Then, there was a blur.

Before I realized what was happening, I saw that I was faced with a crowd of people.

Before I realized what was happening, I saw that I was faced with a crowd of people. I looked down at my hands.

Before I realized what was happening, I saw that I was faced with a crowd of people. I looked down at my hands. They weren't my hands.

Suddenly, my mouth began to move.

Suddenly, my mouth began to move. Words wobbled out.

Suddenly, my mouth began to move. Words wobbled out. I was able to speak.

My powerful deep voice boomed through the air and reached the thousands of people listening intently.

My powerful deep voice boomed through the air and reached the thousands of people listening intently. I wasn't thinking about what to say.

My powerful deep voice boomed through the air and reached the thousands of people listening intently. I wasn't thinking about what to say. It came out freely.

The crowd cheered after every thought.

While I captured the crowd with my words, I saw someone that looked familiar sitting in the front row.

While I captured the crowd with my words, I saw someone that looked familiar sitting in the front row. It was my dad holding his old Graflex Ciro camera.

With two swift motions, he raised the camera upwards and snapped a photo.

With two swift motions, he raised the camera upwards and snapped a photo. Before I could finish another sentence, I felt the earthquake once more.

There was a bright flash of light.

There was a bright flash of light. A blur.

There was a bright flash of light. A blur. I was sat back at the table.

There was a bright flash of light. A blur. I was sat back at the table. Martin Luther King Jr’s photo was resting in my palm.

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