The photographer crouched down in the middle of the cobblestone street, slightly angling her camera to hide the steady trickle of tourists. She wanted her photographs to capture the historical aspect of this building, and not the touristy trap part. She could only hope that her pictures would turn out as beautiful as she thought they would turn out. Only a quick look on her computer’s screen would tell her.
But as she snapped photographs in the middle of the cobblestone street she realized that people stepped around her. They never looked down, or laughed at the way she crouched, but rather she was completely invisible to them. It was as though she was never even there. And that is true in the fact that the only person absent from most photographs is the person who originally took them.
This was written as a part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Writers need to write a piece of flash fiction between 100 and 150 words based on a photo prompt. The challenge post can be found here. Other stories related to the prompt can be found here.
Photo prompt provided by The Magesticgoldenrose.