Chapter 2 two

The commercial district of Shepard´s root was as active as ever on a Wednesday afternoon, with Jasper not been able to come with me I was a little uneasy I mean Olivia didn't strike me as someone dangerous or malicious but you never know, I informed my mother where I was going just to be sure, the usual commotion of the district was at its peak, it was odd as I approach the direction of the store fewer people were around, by the time I was in front of the store the street was almost empty, the store Name was written in a wood carved sign with the same colors as the card Olivia had given me LOS

T MEMOIR, the store´s windows showcased different figurines and music boxes, some of which didn't really have a shape just twisting porcelain or glass, I spend a moment wondering how they were made, the sound of the door opening made me turn I expected to see Olivia coming out but instead a slimed bold man came out, adjusting a fedora came out of the store "shepherd Robert?", "Oh Samantha, did you came to see this new store?, the card wasn't wrong Miss Valentine had a cross I was dying to get", he shakes the bag he had in his left hand "that's nice news Shepard, I'm glad you fund your am... cross, so is the store interesting?" "Why not come in and found out by yourself girl?" Olivia´s voice sounded from the opening in the door, "well well, looks like you two know each other", "yes, miss Valentine Samantha comes often to the church she likes to take pictures from the inside and the yards, she says that the views are worth a million, I asked her once if I could use one of her pictures for some bulletins and everyone love them", I felt embarrassed by the praises of the Shepard, I mean my work wasn´t that good, I just make a nice composition and waited for the right time of the day it wasn´t that much, "oh really now?, so miss Samantha is a Photographer?", "I'm not really..." I try to protest but the shepherd cut me, "one of the best, yes I really enjoy her pictures and the congregation as well, oh once she...", "Well see you later Shepard me and miss Valentine have some business to do" I pushed Olivia back into the store and close the door behind me, my face was so red I could have been mistaken for a tomato, Olivia softly laughed at the sight, I wanted to be eaten by the floor and never came out, "Hey no problem with a few praises he seems like a fan", "my art isn´t that good, I just like to snap the perfect shot you know", "I know what you mean girl, so let me guess, would you be interested in my cameras maybe?" Olivia said while bringing a finger to her chin "yeah a new old camera sounds right up my ally, can I ask for the cross of the Shepherd bought too?" we walked a little bit while Olivia explained, "Ah yes, the cross dear old Shepard bought was made from Damascus steel do you know what that is?" I shocked my head in confusion "I don't think I can spell that out", "don't worry dear, that steal is said to be the one Christ´s nails were made form", "isn't that like super expensive?", "not really, I just so happen to have a cross made form the material, it's not rear or anything, here we are my cameras", because of the conversation I didn't notice the cameras at first glance they were dozens adorning the walls, form polaroid's to newer models a camera in a tripod that needed 30 minutes to take a picture "wow, I have never seen so many", "take a look, I'm sure you will find something for you here" I looked around the cameras all the lenses all the models "may... may I try some pleas", "go right ahead, not all of them have film or memory but you can try them as much as you like", Olivia gave me a warm smile I must have looked like a little kid in a candy store but I couldn't help it photography has a special place in my heart me and my dad used to go out and take pictures together, when he passed the feeling was different, when he was around taking pictures was fun and happy, now its I don't know I still have fun sometimes but it feels sorrowful I wish my dad could see my pictures the only one I want to tell me he is proud of my picture can't do it anymore, my eyes must have begun tearing up, Olivia offered me her handkerchief "I see photography means a lot to you, something so powerful that move you to tears" I took the handkerchief and clean my eyes, the handkerchief smelled like freshly cut roses, "yes, is something I love doing" my gaze stopped at one old model that print pictures directly, the case was exquisite lather with a strap to carrying the camera, I stepped closer and examine it, didn't seem broken, and the trigger worked just fine and even had film inside "I would like to buy this one how much is it?" "honey for someone so passionate like you?, keep it I'm sure you will get the perfect shot with it every time", "bu... but I can't it's not right, are you sure?", "as sure as I´ll ever be, please take it, and be careful with it remember one picture is worth one thousand words", I nodded and put the strap around my shoulders I shake Olivia´s hand and returned home I couldn't believe she just gave me the camera for free, maybe I could make it up to her my be a promotional card for her store I'll see what I could do later on my way I decided to try the camera I got, I spotted a man playing with his son on the park near my home, I took the camera out of the case, prepare everything and pulled the trigger with his son in hand the man waved and smiled moments later when the picture revile itself I could see the playground, the child... but something was off about the man, the rest of the picture was normal the exposition was right, but why where there some weird discoloration in his eyes I wonder, maybe the film the camara had was old and didn't develop correctly, yeah that had to be it.