I walked past a picture of Paris on the sidewalk this morning.
Old superstition says photographs steal the soul. Utterly ludicrous, of course.
Photographs don’t steal souls. They merely copy them.
Ah, I can hear you scoffing. But the photograph copies everything else, doesn’t it?
You think I am just a mad old man, don’t you?
But you haven’t been in my gallery at night. You haven’t felt the weight of their eyes upon you.
I walked past a picture of Paris on the sidewalk this morning and wondered how many people were in shot when it was taken.
Word Count: 99
(This is my first one of these for a while but I’m trying to get back into the swing of doing them.)