The trip up north was
unexpected. Matt had come home one day and told A to pack her belongings, and
the two were off to the northern part of Japan for a week. Although A was
accustomed to the bustling, heavy and brightly lit heart of Tokyo where she and
Matt lived, the north was a breath of fresh air.
The mountains were high
and the weather was a comfortable kind of chilly. They had booked into a cozy
place, both of them coming back only to sleep or stay in for a day or two. With
that, they had spent all nineteen pieces of Instax film on various places
(mostly of themselves) goofing around, a few containing sweet kisses.
Sitting on the bed
while Matt brewed coffee for both of them, A studied the pictures in her hands
with a slight smile on her face. The Instax she had bought proved to be pricey –
she hated to run out of film so quickly – with the two boxes of film she had
bought running out.
Now, only one film
remained.
Footsteps came, and she
looked up to see him with a towel on his shoulders, bearing no shirt
underneath. Blue eyes smiled at her and she allowed herself to smile back,
gently fixing the Instax photos into one neat pile and scooting so he could sit
next to her.
“How many left?”
“Just one.” Both of
them looked at the baby pink camera.
