A misfortune comes seldom alone

by A M Shepherd

A drabble a day keeps the writer's block away! Two beginnings, many stories, one end. Although Voldemort is long defeated, many evils remain in the world - and they are never afraid to come out of hiding…

1. September 12th 7:55pm

September 12th 7:55pm

For Stanley Mulle, photography was the essence of modern life. The capability of photographs to capture and preserve a single moment for future generations to remember eternally had astounded Stanley since he was a child. Photography, for him, went beyond mere self expression, instead extending into a desire to wordlessly communicate all the unspeakable things he felt when he took shots: All the amazement, the wonder, the happiness and the sadness, anger and peace, and hope, and hopelessness. The limitless power to make people feel or think something made Stanley feel intoxicatingly glorious.

However Stanley felt very small and insignificant trudging up the hill towards South Foreland Lighthouse that evening. Dusk enveloped the sky above him, the sea in front of him, and the grass around him, into a mysterious haze of colours.