They followed the buffaloes and their babies along the trail heading into the woods.
Jemmy pointed, baby-bambling, “cute, babyme, cute, babycow.”
Cammy focused on the buffalo family from behind her camera.
Before she left for the airport, Jerome complained in a raised whisper, “Tell me again, why you married me. Tell me again, why we had Jemmy?”
Cammy ignored him. Answer always the same, “career; your idea; this crappy city.” Grabbed her equipment and out the door.
Cammy met her crew; this trek was part of a reality program on award-winning wildlife/nature photographers. Cammy warned : “One blown shot, I’ll shoot you, ALL of you!”
“Does that mean us too?” “ustoo, ustoo.” familiar voices behind her asked.
Cammy fumed. Time to tell Jerome and Jemmy to get lost for good. Enough was more than enough.
Jemmy’s wild auburn hair shone burnished in the early morning sun. Jerome had the same loopy smile she had fallen for. “Buffalo family; her family. Hey,” she thought. “Maybe it’ll work.”
Thanks, Barbara, for including my suggestion for this week’s prompt!
Written for Mondays Finish the Story, April 20, 2015.