I picture a new world

Ah, the Taj Mahal. Always a wonder. True, as a choice of holiday destination it was dripping in unoriginality, but nevertheless eye catching. The razorcut grass, squared neatly against shallow crystal pools that caught the sky in their stillness and made it sparkle. Flanks of well drilled hedges keeping watch on either side. All that drew your eye ever forwards, on, on and upward. To the edifice itself. Fertile rolling curves flanked by piercing towers that declared in power that they protected grandeur.

He smiled and drew her close to him, and they both grinned as he raised his phone aloft. Their smiles did glaze over a little as he shifted and readjusted to try and find that perfect couple shot angle that would set the heart aglow of all who ventured to peruse it. He settled on one which missed out the shining waters but at least got in most of the building, and of course their faces. He reached for the button when...

He thought...

This isn’t a nice angle...

But how to improve...?

Could I...?

No...

Or...............

He let go of her and rushed over to a tall man in a slim blazer and slacks.

“Hi there, I don’t suppose you could help here?” He asked, presenting his phone to the stranger.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what...” replied the stranger in broken english. A European tourist by the sound of it.

“Well if we just stand off to the side of the pool there, could you take a photo of us?”

The tourist seemed a little confused, but he took the phone anyway. The young couple hurried to one side of the pool, and cuddled in close, and the stranger raised the camera aloft.

He clicked.

And in that moment, in that flash, they all knew they had discovered something miraculous. The old trends had had their day, and the selfie was no more. It was time for....

...the someone elsie.