teenyturtle
I'd heard of the proverbial needle in a haystack, but this was ridiculous...
After hours of searching, the only clue I'd come up with that a murder had ever taken place in this building - did I mention we don't even know the victims name? Groovy. - was a picture. An old picture so yellow it practically had jaundice.
Boo for time limits. :P
The door to the darkroom opens, and suddenly, a new world has erupted. I am no longer in my dingy apartment - no. Here, with chemicals and film, I am soaring the heights, talking to strangers and hearing their stories, and diving to the depths of the ocean. Here, my imagination takes flight. Here, my spirit soars above the dismal. Here, I am truly free to simply...be.