The photo was blurry, but the memory card caught my eye. It was a translucent blue, the kind you’d buy from a grocery store checkout lane in 2003. No label. Just the faint scratch marks of a kid who didn’t care about resale value.
I clicked it.
Relieved, I went back to sleep.
The photo was blurry, but the memory card caught my eye. It was a translucent blue, the kind you’d buy from a grocery store checkout lane in 2003. No label. Just the faint scratch marks of a kid who didn’t care about resale value.
I clicked it.
Relieved, I went back to sleep.
