Nathan. In a moment of stupidity dropped every thing in his arms. Rolls of film tumbled to the ground. He cursed. Glad his camera was balanced on his neck. Held in place by the leather strap.
The girl not even give feet ahead kept walking against the wind.
Vicenta saw him drop his stuff. But knew we lead to something cliche. Also she didn't want confrontation with the stranger. So she kept walking. Keeping her head down.
Nathan managed to collect his gear and his thoughts. Flustered that he had no help. That girl surely would have been able to bend a knee and give him a hand... But no.
As Vicenta entered her room, she had the sudden realization why she left. The girl next door had one of her many partners over. Or the regulars as Vicenta called them. Sometimes a new young one with a bit of money to spend would find his way over. Then he would become addicted.
The paper lost its clean white look. Nathan had scrubbed his hands raw to ensure no dirt got on the images. The development process would calm his jittering nerves. He hoped... He really hoped that these photos would come out properly. Because the possibility of them failing was a lot more likely since his fall. If a roll became damaged. And had the right photo on it... He would be ruined. His arms plunged into the chemical.
Vicenta held her manuscript tightly as she collapsed into her bed. listening to the storm growing outside her window, its deep melodic sound plunging her into deep rest.
He didn't know how he had ended up asleep.or why when he woke he had the sudden urge to throw up. possibly because he was face first in a pile of paper,or the fact he hadn't eaten in a while .with a thrown glance at his watch Nathan stood suddenly anew sickening feeling passing over him. he was sitting in a development lab at 3 am and had missed dinner. he also forgot about his art project. which was due on the 2nd
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Nothing Complicated
Randomunlikely. yet simple. nothing was changing. nothing was out of the ordinary. nothing was complicated
