“No.” She clutched her Pentax like a crucifix. “I don’t get my picture taken.”
Her breath caught. She did remember a specific flash. Her aunt’s Polaroid. The tug. And afterward, a persistent hollowness, like a forgotten word on the tip of her tongue.
Lena finally understood. She hadn’t been losing pieces of her soul to cameras.
Shy — Camera
“No.” She clutched her Pentax like a crucifix. “I don’t get my picture taken.”
Her breath caught. She did remember a specific flash. Her aunt’s Polaroid. The tug. And afterward, a persistent hollowness, like a forgotten word on the tip of her tongue.
Lena finally understood. She hadn’t been losing pieces of her soul to cameras.
