May 20, 2018
@vandbaerer
He was lost in the darkroom again, walkman scored at half price from RadioShack blasting Hatful of Hollow through tinny speakers as he dissolved in the red light, was washed away in stop bath. It was Wednesday, which meant that Nancy was tutoring through lunch, and he could think of nowhere better to hide out from the unwashed masses than down here, developing his steadily improving black and whites. Suddenly he was startled by light coming in through the doorway and an unexpected face appearing. “Steve? Are you...lost?”