Colin locked the front door, then picked up his present. His Uncle had bought him a big, clunky camera for his birthday and it could adjust aperture, f-stop, zoom- Colin couldn't wait to experiment.
Ahead, he saw guards. Click. Click. Click; The blinding flash went off three times in rapid succession.
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Downstairs, his nose still red from the wind, he submerged each negative, hanging each on a clothesline to dry. His handiwork displayed in crisp blacks and whites, Colin mused how incredible would it be if there were a magic chemical that could make the people within photographs talk……
