Dorothy was out late that night. Or early technically, she hadn’t been able to sleep so she decided to go out to the playground and get some shots in the dark. Her new camera has a supposedly great setting for taking photos in the dark and she was itching to try it out. On the other side of the park, unbeknownst to her, there was a meeting in the old power plant, which was slowly crumbling into dust. Hushed whispers filled the cold, early morning air.
Dorothy is at the right place at the wrong time, and she notices the flickering lights. Kids often go into the plant for any number of reasons, but tonight, she noticed the shadows were larger and she wanted to know.
She began snapping photos of those exiting the plant. The first was Billy Bob, he hesitates at the side door, looks both ways and hurries-off. Snap. There was a pause. Then two, Azula and Jackie, leave together. Snap, snap. Dorothy lowers the camera and waits. A minute or so later, after the others faded into the dark, Bret and Ren exit. After exiting, they pause, say something to one another and go their separate ways. Snap, snap.
After a few more minutes, Dorothy is packing-up her camera thinking there are no more, but the door opens and Evelyn appears. She looks around, then quickly heads toward the silent statue of Taft. Dorothy can only get a shot from behind her. Snap. "Damn-it." She mutters.
Post #5 is due on Jan. 28th. If you are not in this scene, your character is "infested" with something. Dreams, fears, too many pennies, or something that causes you to try and find a solution to rid yourself of this infestation. Those mentioned here get an actual infestation of lice. Whether or not you are there by your own choice, curiosity, fear or accident, you write about being in the abandoned plant.
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