FLASH FICTION
The Photojournalist in the Rye
The camera never lies.
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3 min readJun 17, 2020
Some people could see the Virgin Mary. Some could see a map of New Jersey. I see raspberry jelly smeared into the fine grain of my kitchen table.
Some people could see a friend’s face. Some could see a penguin. But I just see a cloud. A cumulus humilis gliding slowly from southwest to northeast.
