Thursday, November 25, 2010

The Night Shoot

With apologies to Edward Bulwer-Lytton.
It was a dark and stormy night; the rain was driven by violent gusts through the almost deserted streets (for it is in Brockville that our scene lies), rattling the shop windows and setting on edge the nerves of even the most intrepid photographer. They arrived at the appointed place in their ones and twos until they were nine souls all told. 'Though the rain had let up, still they hesitated, until some mention was made of a local establishment where after their labours might be procured food and drink of no mean quality. They spread out through the streets in pursuit of their Art. They were eyed warily by the few townspeople scurrying by (mindful perhaps of the Asylum to the east of the town). It is not yet known how successful were they in their photographic endeavours yet it is said their pursuit of sustenance and good conversation met with no little success.
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