DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE Poem: Flashpoem, by Jackie Herbach

We had big smiles and whitter teeth. All of us had a vacancy in the eyes.
Flash.
We all knew how to turn it on for the photographer with the Instamatic.
We wanted to be admired, made to feel special, and look good.
We came together for a moment.
The odor of burnt flash cube.
The smiles drop and suspicion arrives.
Then comes awkwardness and regret.
I look at my mother and father and they look as lost as I am.
But the difference between this nine-year-old and these adults is that I am aware of my lostness. I
know there is a long hard road ahead of me.
There will be more Instamatic moments.
More regret.
Flash, and then gone.

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