Driving through her old hometown was more depressing than Rayna thought it would be. Most of the old storefronts in what used to be downtown were closed forever.
“Mommy? What’s a ‘photo center?'” Marnie, her seven-year-old daughter, asked from the backseat, pointing to a locked, crumbling building as they passed.
“Oh, when I was a kid, grandma and grandpa had a camera that used something called film. It sort of…errr…remembered your pictures for you after you took them…”
“Remembered them?” Marnie scrunched her face in confusion.
Rayna chuckled. “Mmmm-hmmmm. Then they brought the film here to the photo center where they turned it into pictures.”
“Wow,” Marnie said in amazement.
Rayna smiled as she thought of all of the childhood memories brought to life in that old building.
“I have an idea.”
Rayna lifted a giggling Marnie onto her hip as they posed in front of the old photo center. She posted the selfie of their goofy, happy faces to her Instagram with the caption, “End of an era.”