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Image size
3553x3150px 9.71 MB
Make
Panasonic
Model
DMC-G6
Shutter Speed
1/25 second
Aperture
F/5.2
Focal Length
33 mm
ISO Speed
3200
Date Taken
Nov 11, 2014, 3:37:01 PM
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It was a good place to hide, from any number of things. A good place to bury the dead, and not just their bones. He took comfort in the silent unchanging nature of the tombstones, and he tried to make himself one of them, a statue among statues, a corpse among corpses.
His fingers caressed the cold steel in his pocket. He should bury it here, as well.
He only wished he could bury the memory of the girl’s face, the look of horror that must have reflected his own as the bullet departed. It was an accident. No one was supposed to get hurt.
He thought maybe she was the lucky one.
He hurled the gun aside, deep into the undergrowth behind a leaning monument, just as a figure rounded the corner and loomed in his path. He hid his face, hid his hands, and walked, praying that he was as unmemorable as he felt.
His fingers caressed the cold steel in his pocket. He should bury it here, as well.
He only wished he could bury the memory of the girl’s face, the look of horror that must have reflected his own as the bullet departed. It was an accident. No one was supposed to get hurt.
He thought maybe she was the lucky one.
He hurled the gun aside, deep into the undergrowth behind a leaning monument, just as a figure rounded the corner and loomed in his path. He hid his face, hid his hands, and walked, praying that he was as unmemorable as he felt.