The Unforgettable Shadows: A Photographer’s Secret Hunt
Tension returned, and so did his pulse. His senses sharpened.
Mitchell needed release.
A week of mundane photography and artificial smiles had worn him down. The soundscape in his ear wasn’t helping either-mundane clicks and casual chatter from another woman’s apartment. No threat. No secrecy. Just ordinary life.
He closed the feed and opened an old folder: photos of “her.”
Not Sam. The other one.
He clicked through the images-black and white, grainy, moody. Her eyes were vacant but powerful. There was defiance in her stillness, something unspoken and unresolved. She wasn’t conventionally beautiful, but she was unforgettable.
She haunted him.
He should delete them. He knew that. Sam had nearly found the folder once. She’d asked about the file size. He’d lied.
Mitchell snapped back to reality. A late dinner with Sam. Smiling. Pretending. Playing husband. Upstairs, Sam reached for his hand under the covers. Mitchell hesitated-then faked sleep.
The truth was, he didn’t want her touch.
His passion lived elsewhere-deep in shadows, in grainy photos and whispered sounds. While Sam dreamt beside him, Mitchell slipped on his Bluetooth earpiece and reopened the audio feed.
New sounds came through.
Unfamiliar ones.
Tension returned, and so did his pulse. His senses sharpened.
Something had changed on the other end.
Mitchell smiled in the dark.
The hunt was back on.
[excerpt from SEETHINGS 2 — available for download now!]
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