It was almost his now, not moving. He got himself into position until it appeared squarely in the finder. Don’t let it move now. Modern technology could do wonders, but a moving target was still difficult.
Was it looking at him? Two baleful spheres eyed him one last time. A rectangular piece of paper was stuck to its face.
Gently, as he’d been taught, he squeezed the trigger. Done. The perfect photograph. He returned the camera to his pocket.
He spun the parking ticket machine around his index finger, blew away the remaining smoke, and returned it to its holster.
Was it looking at him? Two baleful spheres eyed him one last time. A rectangular piece of paper was stuck to its face.
Gently, as he’d been taught, he squeezed the trigger. Done. The perfect photograph. He returned the camera to his pocket.
He spun the parking ticket machine around his index finger, blew away the remaining smoke, and returned it to its holster.
