Masterpiece

"Smile," he said, doing so as he adjusted the camera sights to frame her face.

She plastered a mannequin grin across her face, hopelessly false against the pain gleaming through her eyes. The rollercoaster roared behind her as he snapped the shutter. Perhaps the film was fast enough to still the motion - he hoped not.

She stepped out of the ballerina pose she had held with a grimace.

"Are you about done yet?" Their son ran up to her, clutching onto her leg as she cocked her hip, staring at him. After he took another picture, she rolled her eyes.

"Goddamn." She grabbed the boy by the hand, stalking off.

He followed her, knowing it was over.

Consequently, he's always had a fear of rollercoasters.