Snapshot

Snapshot! - a shutter impales, a life to clicks, betwixt inhales and exhales. Light into pixels, bloodshot in frames kidnapped for a ransom of sometimes soon. Snap! - a dry twig fractures under boot, its echo resounding in forest shot. Too brittle is the log of memories we captured when we said we won't. Shot! - the Sheriff, not the Deputy, for he blinked and she pulled a face. Both instantly aged by taking photos of bygones not let it be, that refused to fade. Snap! - of fingers cracked the hush, a starter’s pistol shot with less smoke. Called all and sundry to attention, before all duck-dived for cover behind hands. Between! - the blinks of eyelid snaps on eyes, the video of endless life lives on, in the stares and glares of film not shot freelance, in a trance that freedom can ever be believed.