Camera Shy -

Against every instinct, she sat.

Lena finally understood. She hadn’t been losing pieces of her soul to cameras. Camera Shy

And the old man had just collected the final payment. Against every instinct, she sat

He gestured to a chair in front of a massive, antique bellows camera on a brass tripod. “Sit. I’ll show you.” Against every instinct

It was wedged between a ring-toss and a haunted house, draped in velvet so black it seemed to drink the surrounding light. A handwritten sign said: “Vintage Portraits. One-of-a-Kind. You won’t look the same.”

“Just one picture,” her best friend, Mia, pleaded, grabbing Lena’s arm at the summer carnival. “For the memories.”