100 WC- camera, worried, hard, beautiful, brown.

I flicked through the pictures on the camera. It was the old sort, the kind with film in it. The pictures were only black and white, not revealing too much of the story behind them. In the next picture, the suspect looked worried. You could see it in his eyes, There was a hard sort of smile on his face, as if he didn’t really mean it. I closed my eyes and my memory wandered. A beautiful memory. Her hair was dark brown, shining in the moonlight. If only things were as simple as they were back then, if only.

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