Jim brings a camera to the lake house. The camera was given to him by a cousin from Kansas. The cousin is a professional photographer who invested in a newer camera with a bigger lens. Jim realizes the camera is lost when the sun is at the top of the sky and Ellen suggests walking down the shore trail to see the other houses. He sees the quilts on the guest room beds which are perfectly flat in the non-sunlight. There are two small duffel bags, with open mouths, revealing folded sweatshirts and rolled up bathing suits. The sloping lawn shines outside the large, diamond-paned windows. Jim leans down and looks under the bed against the right wall. The dark metal cross and support bars create shadows resembling things other than camera. He lays his stomach to the floor and slides to the bed that touches the left wall and the windows of the back wall. His palms touch the floor two inches to the outside of each pec muscle.The space under these double beds is darker but he still feels the camera is not there. He stands and feels the blood run down the inside of his body. Jim pans the tall dresser covered in an old fashioned tray, black and white photos, a dish of bracelets, and a miniature log cabin made for incense burning - no camera.
3.24.2009
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Jim brings a camera to the lake house. The camera was given to him by a cousin from Kansas. The cousin is a professional photographer who invested in a newer camera with a bigger lens. Jim realizes the camera is lost when the sun is at the top of the sky and Ellen suggests walking down the shore trail to see the other houses. He sees the quilts on the guest room beds which are perfectly flat in the non-sunlight. There are two small duffel bags, with open mouths, revealing folded sweatshirts and rolled up bathing suits. The sloping lawn shines outside the large, diamond-paned windows. Jim leans down and looks under the bed against the right wall. The dark metal cross and support bars create shadows resembling things other than camera. He lays his stomach to the floor and slides to the bed that touches the left wall and the windows of the back wall. His palms touch the floor two inches to the outside of each pec muscle.The space under these double beds is darker but he still feels the camera is not there. He stands and feels the blood run down the inside of his body. Jim pans the tall dresser covered in an old fashioned tray, black and white photos, a dish of bracelets, and a miniature log cabin made for incense burning - no camera.
Jim brings a camera to the lake house. The camera was given to him by a cousin from Kansas. The cousin is a professional photographer who invested in a newer camera with a bigger lens. Jim realizes the camera is lost when the sun is at the top of the sky and Ellen suggests walking down the shore trail to see the other houses. He sees the quilts on the guest room beds which are perfectly flat in the non-sunlight. There are two small duffel bags, with open mouths, revealing folded sweatshirts and rolled up bathing suits. The sloping lawn shines outside the large, diamond-paned windows. Jim leans down and looks under the bed against the right wall. The dark metal cross and support bars create shadows resembling things other than camera. He lays his stomach to the floor and slides to the bed that touches the left wall and the windows of the back wall. His palms touch the floor two inches to the outside of each pec muscle.The space under these double beds is darker but he still feels the camera is not there. He stands and feels the blood run down the inside of his body. Jim pans the tall dresser covered in an old fashioned tray, black and white photos, a dish of bracelets, and a miniature log cabin made for incense burning - no camera.