Polaroid
He shook the Polaroid with giddy anticipation. Excited, he held the frame up to the light. AS the picture slowly appeared, his smile evaporated. It was wrong. His hair wasn't that messy. It wasn't that long either. He swore he'd just cut it. The Polaroid said something different. What's more, those figures in the background hadn't been there a second ago. The Polaroid said something different. More details blinked into view, further distressing the man. He was absolutely sure he had exactly two arms, two legs, two hands, two feet. The Polaroid said something different. He didn't recall being covered in blood. The Polaroid said something different. He looked up at his surroundings. He looked down at the photograph.
The Polaroid tended to agree.












