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Straight: The Photographer One evening after a particularly slow day spent fantasizing about the latest posts of some non nude models I close up shop for the night.
The evening was particularly cool, one of those nights where the day was a nice fall day but the weather turned bitter cold enough to see your breath. I shove off a persistent chill and begin the walk home. It is a short few blocks but the neighborhood is not a place to loiter at night.
I round a corner with a light broken above on particular alert for someone lurking in the darkness waiting to rob me when I happen to hear sobbing near by. Every instinct in my body screams for me to keep walking. A dark corner with long shadows at this time of night is extremely dangerous. This could be a trap, a lure to get a nice person to get access to and surround them to take advantage, or worse it could be someone who is already a victim and may mean I could be next.
'Just keep walking.' I tell myself, 'Safety first.'. Hollow words.
'If you investigate your as good as dead.', 'If you walk away right now you can still get home in time for the masked singer.'
'You know what if I have to work this hard to convince myself not to do it, there really is no point in resisting.'
I agree with my last thought and walk towards the sound while I turn on the torch on my phone.
I arrive at a scene that was not on my list of possibilities. It was not a victim of violence, just a poor little girl in pajamas crying in the dark and cold.
She immedately recoils when she realizes I am approching her and fear sets in quickly. I decide that if I am going to help her I am going to have to be gentle.
I take a seat on the sidewalk at the distance I already was and assessed what I was looking at. The girl looked to be about 10 years old, she is most likely pre pubescant with wild unkempt red curly hair. Her pajamas are torn and dirty and she looks like she has not slept in two days.
"You look like you have had a really hard time lately."
She nods, visibly relaxing slightly