It was that key that killed me. That door really shouldn’t have been opened, just like mother said, but I hadn’t listened to her. And now I’m here, with the same key in hand, with the same door in front of me. I […]
in a way, my camera played a part in my untimely death. It had broken, see, and it needed to get fixed. We took it the the tech shop on liberty street on September eleventh of 2001. And that was the end.
Saturday. Saturday was the day I found out.
“What? What is it?” He’d asked.
“I don’t know.” I had snapped
“Well, Is it pink or what?”
“I don’t know” I repeated. “It hasn’t changed yet.” How long did these […]