Camera: Shy

He gestured to a chair in front of a massive, antique bellows camera on a brass tripod. “Sit. I’ll show you.”

Mia found her ten minutes later, sitting on a bench, staring at the tintype. “Lena? You look… different. Did you do something with your eyes?” Camera Shy

Lena touched her face. Her reflection in a nearby game booth mirror confirmed it: her irises had faded from warm brown to a pale, watery grey. And behind her navel, where the cold hollow had lived for fifteen years, something pulsed. Warm. Whole. He gestured to a chair in front of