Dee Tales are whimsical stories inspired by photographs taken with my i-phone. A tiny story for you, a wee sense of accomplishment for me. Enjoy.
It’s six in the morning and there’s a line outside the warehouse. Many of us can’t stand for long due to age or illness, but thankfully there are chairs. Hours later when I reach the front, I stumble. It looked so much smaller on the news. The metal almost looks angry.
“Have a seat.” The operator instructs me. There are no wires or electrodes. Just a chair, still warm from the last person who used it.
“You ready?” I nod. “You sure?” The operator gives a wink and then turns a crank.
Blurry images speed past. Too fast for my brain to register.
“Do you want to leave a copy with the archives?” I nod. Make as many copies as you’d like.
I’m handed the recording. For a machine so huge, it produces something very small.
“Thank you.” I say as I slipping it into my purse.
“No problem.” The operator says motioning to the next person. When I go home I will watch it. Not on fast forward as it was recorded, but slowly, in order. One memory at a time.