Mara's Classics

Special thanks to Dami Joshua and an anonymous friend for sponsoring this dream. I appreciate.   _Morning; February 16_ "3, 2, 1...," she counted gently with her eyes closed. Then she let out a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror. "Well, Christy. Don't you like it?" a pretty podgy woman with rosy cheeks and a matronly look about her asked. She was dressed in a royal purple suit; an attire befitting the mother of the bride. Christina studied her stone studded wedding dress with a lacey bodice and feathery skirt. The shoulder straps were creamy and held her delicately. The area around her waist was as tight as her lungs. Still, they made her very comely. "If you want, we can change it right away..." "Oh, mumkin. It's beautiful! It's just... I can't breathe," Christina said with a chuckle. "I understand, dear," her mother said and stroke the skirt of the wedding dress. " I felt the same way on my day. I was...

A mina stood, like a statue, staring at the yellow wall of PhotoGenik studio. She had just been turned out of that building. Amina turned her gaze to the sky. It was as gloomy as her face. The cheerful sun had been hidden behind a humongous cloud. Amina wondered how long the cloud would take to clear off the sun's path. Minutes, hours, never? Ding-ding! Amina looked at her phone. Her message read, "Freelance for photogra..." Amina grunted in frustration. She was in the action of swiping away the message when another one came in. It was from her mother, "Come home. We'll try again." "She knows," Amina muttered. It was because of her mother she was in front of the studio anyway. Her father had absconed to Europe with his mistress. Her mother had been diagnosed with a scary disease... Amina hated to recall its name. 'Twas up to her to find bread for what was left of the family. She had decided to go with her passion, photography. As crazy as it se...