The setting for my latest holiday book is the 1960's. At that time there was no such thing as digital photography. The Kodak Brownie Auto 27 was one of the most popular cameras of the day. Here is a scene with Nick and Krista from my Christmas story, Almost Home, as they play with her new Brownie.
...“Where’d ya get that camera Krista?”
“Present from my parents.” She snapped another picture of him coming toward her.
“Can I see it?”
She handed it to him.
“This is the Brownie Auto 27. Nice little camera. Now it’s my turn.” He focused the lens on her.
She did several turns then stopped, tossed her long hair over her shoulder and winked at him.
“Great one,” he said and snapped several shots. He lowered the camera and stared at her. “God you’re so beautiful.”
“I’m not,” she said. “Now give me that Brownie.”
“Right on, Krista. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever known. Big brown eyes and long golden hair. And lest I forget that kissable mouth of yours. Just beggin’ to be ravished.” He came toward her and snapped a close-up.
Near enough for her to grab the camera from him.
“Got it,” she said laughing. He tried to get it back but she slipped by him and ran into the bedroom.
“Ahh, bad idea.” He caught her, pushing her face down onto the bed. The camera trapped beneath her. She shoved her body into his, rolled and did a quick scissor kick over his head. His eyes grew wide.
“Don’t mess with a dancer.” She grinned and snapped another picture of him.
“I’m not done yet.” Nick caught her by the waist, swung her around, wrestling her back onto the bed. He captured her beneath him and lay on top of her, his face not inches from hers and held her still. “Don’t mess with a musician. We’re stronger than we look, girl.”
“You can say that again,” she relaxed under him and put the Brownie aside.
“You win Nick Zelmenis.” She ran her fingers across his smooth face. “I love you,” she told him.
He smiled at her and sent her a thought. I love you more.
Not possible, she sent back to him.
The two shared an uncanny ability to communicate with each other.
They’d learned it at the Metaphysical Village when they were teens. ‘Transferring thought forms’ is what the teacher had called it in the telepathy class where she and Nick first met. Even back then Nick was really good at it.
His lips traced across hers. I wanna make love to you. He whispered across her mind...
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