URBAN, was the theme of my project. So I gathered my camera bag and a snack for the ride. The nearest city was hour’s away but as grassy fields turned into suburban sprawl, it seemed like a different country entirely.
I didn’t expect it to turn out this way.
“Name?” The guard had asked.
“John,” I replied. “I’m here to take photos.”
“Go on, but be careful,” he warned, not looking up from his magazine. Who still reads magazines?
My first clue, had I paid attention.
As a trapped soul in a mirrored room, the guard’s words make sense now.
They see me as they ride, forever a reflective legend.
Written for last weeks Micro Bookends – where they supply the first and last word and you write the rest