Passion and Mistake
I adjusted my camera lens, framing the cityscape as the sun dipped below the horizon. Photography was my escape, my passion. I loved capturing the beauty in the mundane, the secrets hidden in plain sight.
The calm breeze making my hair dance. I breathed in and let it go and I felt like all the troubles of my life had been taken away.
As I clicked the shutter, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. This was my happy place – alone, with my camera, and the city and nature as my subject.
But my peace was short-lived. I had a deadline to meet, and my editor was breathing down my neck. I packed up my gear and headed to the local coffee shop to edit my photos.
As I sipped my coffee and worked, I noticed a group of suits eyeing me from across the room. I shrugged it off, thinking they were just interested in my photography equipment. Who wouldn't be especially after I've spent a fortune on them.
I swooned after them for weeks when I bought them, cleaned them everyday and took special care of them like my own baby.
I finished editing and detailing my photos and packed up my laptop, noticing the suits guys were still lingering. I didn't care. They can enjoy my babies from afar.
As I left the coffee shop, I decided to walk home. Saving money was my top priority as my budget was skyrocketing each month.
Maybe it was my paranoia but I felt as I was being followed. I quickened my pace, my heart racing.
It was dark and there wasn't any one on the street. A car occasionally passed by but that was it. I hugged my arms as if soothing myself.
Suddenly, I turned down a narrow alley, hoping to lose them if anyone was the biggest mistake if my life.
Only if I'd known.
