The night developed and the moon was now bright and casting opaque red shadows through the windows. His camera rests on the worktable beside splashes of water. The negatives lay in strips. Faintly he hears the generator through the floor. Developed pictures sat scattered on the table and hung from clips tacked to the wall.
He saw her reflection in his glasses as he unrolled negatives. He turned to her. Her soft body leaned against the door frame, wrapped in a pale sheet, shoulder pressed into the white wood. He turned. She walked to bed and fell into it, sheet covering her.
Toy Skeleton 