InsaneJournal

Katy grinned as she dodged snow balls thrown by kids. It really was her own fault that she was getting pummeled with snow. She had entered the crossfire after all. Katy held her camera protectively as she raced by the flying snowballs. She hadn't realized that after the end of the world was the time she'd find herself being a war correspondent. She picked up a loose snowball and chunked it at the nearest kid, although it hopelessly fell apart before making its intended mark. The kids laughed at her efforts before attacking each other again.

Finally she was safely away from the snowball artillery's range. She had come outside to capture images of the snow and people playing it. She turned around and snapped a picture of the kids and ran off before they decided to move closer in and start pelting her with the frozen slush again. She took a picture of a family making a snow man together, and a picture of some girls making snow angels.  It had been a while actually since she had brought out her father’s camera. She found that she had missed it greatly. It was like an old friend, and she needed to finish the roll so she could go ahead and develop the photographs.

Someone suddenly called out, “Watch out below!”

She just nearly missed being hit by a sled on its way down from a bunny hill.  Not that it would have done much damage, but Katy didn’t want bruises on her shins. She walked a little away from the more active areas near the cottages.  When she heard a click from a shutter and the unmistakable sound of a Polaroid camera expelling its film, she turned her head quickly and noticed a man with the camera.

Had it been pointed in her direction? Katy narrowed her eyes in thought. She was wearing a pretty thick jacket, and some close-fitting but warm pants. She also had on a funny knit hat with pompoms hanging down the sides, and one on top of it as well. Her hair was down and curling slightly, but she would hardly consider how she looked at the moment worth taking a picture of.

She grinned and picked up her camera, focusing the lens and zooming in to get a good closer look at the man with the Polaroid.  “Hey there, say cheese!”  She pressed the button down and the picture was now in her camera. It was tit-for-tat as far as she considered.