Her family called it a quirk. Friends called it annoying. Lena called it survival.
Lena finally understood. She hadn’t been losing pieces of her soul to cameras. Camera Shy
“Just one picture,” her best friend, Mia, pleaded, grabbing Lena’s arm at the summer carnival. “For the memories.” Her family called it a quirk
The girl in the photo—her seven-year-old self—was gone from the image now. Only the old man’s eyes remained in Lena’s stolen face. Lena finally understood
Against every instinct, she sat.
Lena smirked at the cheesy horror-movie tagline. But the man behind the booth made her pause. He was old, with skin like crumpled parchment and eyes the color of tarnished silver. He didn’t smile. He just looked at her Pentax and said, “You understand the cost of images, don’t you?”
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