“Success is ours!” There was a devilish twinkle in his eyes.
“What do you mean?” I wasn’t really sure if I wanted the true answer.
“They are finished. The world is ours”
I could swear I heard an evil laugh in the background.
“Since when did we want to be rulers of the world?”
“This has been our destiny from the beginning. With our image enhancer, the myths are no longer myths. With each snapshot of each and every political representative, we have captured the essence of their souls. They are ours to mold.”
I had always thought Uncle Eugene had been a few cards short of a deck but…
“That is why we had to pay big bucks for this decrepit-looking building. Now, with the re-enforced lead linings, no soul that I release from its two-dimensional prison will ever be able to escape me.”
Realization struck! He was as maniacal as I had thought in my youth.
Quickly, I grabbed the camera.
“Hold still, Uncle. Let’s record this momentous occasion for all of posterity to witness.”
And I clicked.
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Requirements: Create a 150 word flash fiction story (+/- 25 words) using the given photo prompt.