Today was a change for Bryce Markahm. For almost five years he had been chasing around every blur on his lens, every over exposed negative, and every strange ghost-like figure that his camera happened to pick up in search of life after death. Today however, he decided that he would just concentrate on regular life, taking pictures, just for the hell of it, at a crowded shopping center in San Francisco.
Ironically however, it was just when Bryce was not concerned wioth photographing a paranormal event that one would just fall right in his lap. As he focused his lens on an attractive burnette woman exiting a jewler's, she seemed to be surrounded by... by some strange glow.
Without thinking, Bryce pressed down on the button and took the picture. That was the last exposure on the role, so the camera whirred softly as it rewinded the film. Wanting to get another shot, he fumbled around, trying to find a new role. As he started to reload his camera, She began to walk away from the building.
"Hey ma'am, wait a-" Bryce began, but was interupted by the ringing of his cell Phone. "Damn," he muttered as he plucked it from his camera bag and switched it on.
"Bryce Markham, professional photography. Can I help you?"
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