Woops... slightly longer than 100 words! Oh wells =D
--
The little boy crept through his grandfather's attic. He wasn't supposed to, and he knew it, but he had an inquisitive mind that couldn't be stopped.
His mouth fell open when he saw the most beautiful thing laying on an old trunk. It was so different than the one his mother had, almost as though it were alive.
"What are you doing up here?" The gruff voice made him jump, and he turned a guilty eye on his grandfather. The old man sighed, the anger leaving his face. "My father gave it to me. It was my passion back in the day. I had plans on giving it to your father, but he was never into this sort of thing." He smiled suddenly and reached past the boy to pick up the ancient camera. "Come on, Jimbo. Let's go take some pictures."
