Something Missing

Ben

I sip my cooling coffee and sigh. Photography of any kind is a dream job, and Scott gives me a lot of good assignments, so I’m never going to turn him down. But man, it’s hard not to feel like something isn’t missing when I want to make art, and I’m stuck counting smiles on interchangeable group shots.

This is just my first job away from home. There will be more.

My head itches below my unseasonal beanie. I ignore it. It’s not like I need another reminder of my disastrous date with Marcie two days ago. I already feel stupid enough.

When I finally pick the shot with the most smiles, I take another sip of my coffee to discover “cooling” has officially become “cold.” Perfect timing, I guess. I’ll go grab a new cup from Bean and Gone. I email the picture to the editors, stand, and head thro……