Sarah is scared. She could make a declarative statement about that, if asked, but at the moment no one has. She remembers the accident, or thinks she does. She's certainly bruised and battered enough to have been in one.
And why does waking up somewhere strange with minor injuries seem so familiar?
Regardless, she's not leaving the hospital. Not without clearance from the doctors. But that doesn't mean she's not intrigued enough to leave her room to walk the halls barefoot in her hospital gown. She smoothes it down, feeling like the thing could pull a Marilyn Monroe on her at any moment, but not sure what that means any more than she's sure of where she is.
Curiousity is winning out. Slowly but surely.
two: around town;
She has a camera. She has a camera, and when she's holding it, looking through the viewfinder, framing the world, it feels so right that it makes her giddy.
As a result she's not exactly paying attention to what she photographs, not at first. Snapshot of a tree, snapshot of the chapel roof, snapshot of a garbage can, snapshot of - gasp - another tree. But as it starts to feel less instinctively right and more actively familiar, she slows down. Takes in the light, the shadows, the play of colors, twitches the shutter speed this way or that.
She's lining up a close shot of one of the notices with someone walking quickly away reflected in the window, when a shadow falls into the frame.
"Hey, would you mind just moving to my left for a second, if that's cool?"
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Sarah is scared. She could make a declarative statement about that, if asked, but at the moment no one has. She remembers the accident, or thinks she does. She's certainly bruised and battered enough to have been in one.
And why does waking up somewhere strange with minor injuries seem so familiar?
Regardless, she's not leaving the hospital. Not without clearance from the doctors. But that doesn't mean she's not intrigued enough to leave her room to walk the halls barefoot in her hospital gown. She smoothes it down, feeling like the thing could pull a Marilyn Monroe on her at any moment, but not sure what that means any more than she's sure of where she is.
Curiousity is winning out. Slowly but surely.
two: around town;
She has a camera. She has a camera, and when she's holding it, looking through the viewfinder, framing the world, it feels so right that it makes her giddy.
As a result she's not exactly paying attention to what she photographs, not at first. Snapshot of a tree, snapshot of the chapel roof, snapshot of a garbage can, snapshot of - gasp - another tree. But as it starts to feel less instinctively right and more actively familiar, she slows down. Takes in the light, the shadows, the play of colors, twitches the shutter speed this way or that.
She's lining up a close shot of one of the notices with someone walking quickly away reflected in the window, when a shadow falls into the frame.
"Hey, would you mind just moving to my left for a second, if that's cool?"