Flash!
There was a long period of time when I believed the camera trapped the images in the depths of its being and refused to return them. I used to decline my father whenever he wished to take my picture; I didn’t want to be trapped in there forever.
“It won’t really trap you,” he had said confidently when I had revealed my concerns to him, “I promise you.”
“How do you know?”
“It won’t really trap you,” he had said confidently when I had revealed my concerns to him, “I promise you.”
“How do you know?”