Sit still, Ian. Don’t shuffle your feet. Please don’t touch your hair!
Mrs. Penrose’s plaintive appeal was not lost on Edgar Warren. After all, this wasn’t the first time he’d dealt with fidgeting parents. Edgar motioned Mrs. Penrose over to the chair in the corner and walked up to where grumpy Ian was sitting, in his Sunday best. He refused to smile when the nice man stood before him.
Edgar squatted on the floor so that his eyes were level with Ian’s and gave him his most disarming smile. ‘Hey Ian, guess what. I’ve got a whole box of Lego toys for you to play with soon after this shoot is done. If you promise to smile, we’ll be done in ten minutes. I promise.’
The word ‘Lego’ made Ian’s ears perk up in anticipation. Grudgingly he straightened his coat and pushed the hair back from his forehead and sat straight on the chair. Mrs. Penrose sighed in relief and threw a grateful glance over at Edgar.
Edgar walked back to the stance behind his camera and in smooth precision shot Ian in rapid-fire succession, capturing the light on his face and the smile on his cheeks.
Ian wiped the smile off, crossed his arms and said, ‘I want Lego.’ Smiling, Edgar replied, ‘Give me five minutes.’
The photographer strolled into his basement alcove and picked up the box of Lego bricks. As he turned to leave, his eyes lingered on the far wall of the room which was covered in a tapestry of photographs, of every child he had ever shot and molested. A grin creased his face as he thought, ‘Not long before Ian joins your ranks, my pretties. Not long.’
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