testimonial for mona

IN THE RESTAURANT, Mona saw her distant self in a mirror three tables away, past the couple eating slowly while staring at each other, past the table with kids constantly getting off and on their chairs, to their mommy's annoyance, and past the shuffle of waiters briskly walking to and fro with orders taken and food trays to deliver.

In one of those wall-length mirrors that make the room is larger than it really is, briefly, Mona saw a glimpse she immediately wanted to capture in digital film: a snap of herself unselfconscious, just looking into the distance, not caring what will happen, unafraid of life itself, an innocence that was possible only with a firm confidence in who she is, who she wants to be.

She fumbled with her bag, where is that camera? A waiter approached her. "What's wrong, Ma'am?" Nothing, Mona mumbled. Everything, Mona thought.

There, she found it. She aimed her camera towards the image and clicked. A waiter's blurred backside botched up the shot. She tried again. She saw an image of herself aiming at herself with a camera. Brilliant, Mona thought, just brilliant.

I want that candid shot, she thought, and went on to timing her camera to take five quick shots five seconds are she let it sit on the table, its lens aiming at that mirror.

Five seconds of eternity. Mona tried to calm down, so she would look like someone not waiting for a camera to click and save. Think how wonderful this would be: a high resolution shot with everything else cropped and blurred away.

So, she willed herself to forget that camera.

She heard a click. She waited three seconds and grabbed it.

Five shots. A kid in a blur running with a fork. Next. A waiter signaling to the cook about an order. Crap. A couple holding hands just past Mona's reflection. Getting close. Mona in the pale glow of a car's headlights passing outside the restaurant. Almost. And finally, someone staring into the distance, expecting maybe nothing, except for that perfect shot. She caught herself, on digital film, grinning. So much for a candid pose.

Mona asked that nearby waiter, the one she ignored earlier, to come over, stand still, and listen perfectly: "If you screw this up, I guarantee your painful death."

She handed over the camera and looked away.