In your hand it holds magic, moments captured, stories unfold. A click and flash, memories last, a window to the present and past.

A wife shoots her husband with a thirty-five mm automatic. Several times, including the head and some unmentionable places. Then they have a lovely dinner together. How is this possible?

I store your clothes or slow your pace, one word that fits in either case.

My favorite pastime since I was a lad, rca cables got tangled real bad. Sonic and Mario grew up with me, so what was the name of my favorite hobby?

Old fabric friend with strings to tie, in the kitchen, I flutter by. Guarding clothes with grace and care, while cookies bake in the warm air.