#24

she liked to take pictures to document her day. the lighting stayed how it was. no effects, no dimming. the shadows fell as usual. sometimes the pictures showed herself. feet shoved uncomforatbly into dress flats, pale skin contrasting shiny black and sensible brown. a collection of photos showed her ipod, migrating to different points on the desk- near the phone, by the keyboard, resting against the tissue box.
a window with trees outside, a few rays of light still shining through the branches. this picture was taken from far away, across the room at least.
then, a door, slightly open.
this was the last picture in the camera.