This is the last prompt I’ll be uploading here for a bit. I plan to keep writing these but I’ll probably upload them in batches instead In Shaa Allah.
There was a wolf on his wall. Not a real wolf, just a poster of one. His father had been the one to put it there, patting his back and reassuring him that it would ‘help’ him.
He hadn’t known that he needed help.
That poster had been on his wall for the past four years. It hadn’t helped anything, that he could tell.
But it did no harm. The wolf was gorgeous, all blue-black fur and grey eyes. He’d spent hours staring at it and admiring the skill behind the photograph. It was what sparked his interest in photography.