Part Two: From the Photographer
“Hey, photo boy.” She slipped her hands over my eyes, cutting off my vision, right before I pressed down quickly, clicking my camera. I gently pried her hands…
“Hey, photo boy.” She slipped her hands over my eyes, cutting off my vision, right before I pressed down quickly, clicking my camera. I gently pried her hands…
She awoke to the sound of alarms and quickly receding footsteps. Her mind, still sluggish from heavily fortified food, struggled to make sense. This was…