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The Camera

  Carter Newton, Yonica's top writer of the year. Newton has always been my biggest inspiration, his work is published all within the walls of The Museum Of Writing. In 3rd place for the Worldwide Readers And Writers Awards is Newton's book The Dancer And The Horse.

Today they give the nominated writers their awards. Sitting at my favorite cafe Café À Paris, I watch the awards on my laptop. "In first place, Jamie Patterson with her magnificent book "Your Warning Has Been Received"... In second place, Alexander Hart with "Diary Of Annalisa"... In third place..." I quickly sit up straight in my chair.

"Carter Newton with "The Dancer And The Horse." I smile from ear to ear as he walks on to the stage as the crowd applauds him. "I'd like to thank all of you for being here today. Not only to support these fellow amazing authors but for giving me a chance at making all of my dreams accomplishments..."

When the awards are over I close my laptop and take a big stretch. It's 9am on a Sunday in October, I'm not usually an early bird but something about today made me feel like getting out of bed. Packing up my things and wrapping my camera around my neck by the band, I head outside of the cafe.

I've always loved Autumn, the leaves falling in such beautiful colors are mesmerizing. I enjoy the chilly and rainy weather. I walk down to the corner of 11th and 12th street. Just as I turn the corner in the corner of my eye a leaf land perfectly into a gorgeously built spider web. I immediately take the camera around my neck and get it ready to snap a picture.

"Hey watch out!" Just as I snap the picture a woman on a bike smashes into me, causing me to throw the camera into the busy street and fall over. With eyes wide open I stare at the woman rubbing her ankle next to me. "Are you alright?" I ask the woman. She looks at me a little worried. "You're asking me if I'm alright? You should be more worried about that camera you just launched into the street." She points at the already smashed up camera that may have gotten run over a few times.

After looking at the no longer usable camera and then back at her I come to a realization. "That camera was my only way of making the money I needed to support myself." Standing up, I offer her a hand. She grabs my hand and pulls herself up with my support. She winces in pain as she applies pressure to her left ankle.  "You're hurt, do you have any family or friends that could come pick you up?" I ask her.

"No, I just recently moved here. I don't have any friends or family. I can ride my bike home." She says grabbing her bike and attempting to get on it. I grab on to her bike. "I live just down the street. My car is at my apartment, we can put your bike in the trunk and I'll give you a ride home." I begged.

"Listen, I appreciate the help and I'm so sorry about running into you and breaking your camera. I could pay you back, here take my number and contact me so I could pay for your camera." She hands me a business card. "Im so very sorry but I really have to go. I'm going to be late for work and my boss does not tolerate tardy employees." She forces herself to get onto her bike and while wincing in pain she pushes herself forward as fast as she can.

I watch as she disappears into the busy crowds of people. Glancing at the business card I was handed, a certain name catches my eye. "Amelia Newton, Co-Editor, Lyon's Arts." Amelia Newton, she couldn't possibly be related to the Carter Newton.