I have spent years trying to capture the perfect laugh.
I did, once, think I’d found it. Jonathan Brewster, with the chipped front tooth. As he laughed, his eyes crinkled at the sides and the outpouring of laughter was purely genuine. Nothing forced or fake, just enjoyment. I thought I’d captured that moment, just as he was laughing at the latest comedy special on Netflix but no. As with everyone else, the laugh had faded.
Before that there was Carly Rae Finnegan, with her hair tucked behind her left ear and a pencil between her ruby lips. Her laugh was more muted, struggling through the barrier of that pencil to reach my ears but to me it was music. Beethoven’s Fifth, combined with Vivaldi’s Four Seasons and topping off with Wagner’s Valkyrie. But by the time I captured it, the fat lady had sung and it was over.
I’m just not quick enough, you see. Everyone always told me that, from parents to teachers to bus drivers. I almost failed my photography course, actually. Got told that I always just seemed to miss the moment. Got my own back when my final exhibition was called “The Moments Missed”. Fucking crushed it.
They were right though. It’s plagued me forever. Mum was in labour for 26 hours and believe me she never let me forget it. She wasn’t one for laughter, especially after Dad left. She got withdrawn and moody and I could never make her smile.
I’ve gotten off topic. I was talking about those almost perfect laughs I could find but never quite catch. I almost forgot Kelly Webb! Such a cheeky giggle! Every time anything slightly innuendo-driven occurred, she would erupt into a giggle that would make an angel turn crimson. She loved it, I loved it but I never captured it. It just faded away. I tried everything.
I’ve tried a few different media over the years. I got into pottery for a while, but I always let it go to pot. No pun intended. Tried sculpture, mosaic, even had that moment where I tried glass blowing. But it just didn’t work. Couldn’t quite capture the laughter.
I never got the hang of laughing myself. It’s why I was so determined to capture the laughter. It just never quite clicked with me. But I could see it on other people’s faces all the time.
That’s when I made the decision.
I remember all their faces so well. Mum, Kelly, Carly Rae and Jonathan. All of them so clear.
They should be, as I still have their faces in the book downstairs. I was never quick enough to catch their smiles, so they never look quite right when I put their faces over my own. But the gentleman who’s just moved in next door, he has a laugh like a waterfall. Crystal clear and full of raw power.
Maybe this time I’ll be quick enough. Maybe this time he’ll keep that laugh etched across his face as I cut it away from his skull.
The Idiot in Tin Foil