It’s silver plating gleams back at me. I turn what looks like a nose, but it’s an eye. The eye can distort, enhance and capture anything. It shows me everything. I take the past and save it for all time. I can share with all or delete with one click. Memories are in my hand. It is my choice if the future sees it or not.
Camera (#4 of 365)
Camera (#4 of 365 Creative Writing Challenge)
