The People in the Photograph

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.

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Word Count: 99

This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fieldsfor running the challenge and C.E.Ayr for providing the prompt photo!

(This is my first one of these for a while but I’m trying to get back into the swing of doing them.)