‘Madam? Do you want help with the cameras, madam?’
The boys’ voices make me snap out of it. It’s been so long ago, yet sometimes, the smallest detail brings him back. It’s the way the boys flex their skinny arms that did it.
‘No, I’ll take your pictures now.’
With every shot, I see my gorgeous boy. Playing strongman, grinning, the apple tree in the background. Flexing that biceps that would never get a chance to grow into the impressive muscle he imagined then.
The boys like the photographs. I force myself not to remind them how fragile they are.