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Innovator
”Accessory To Murder”
“Look what I’ve found!” I shot at my brother
as he studied the ground to see what I’d uncovered.
The solitary shutter snapped shut. Its weakening whizz whirred
while we both prodded its buttons to see if it still worked.
We could hear that its internal mechanism had screws loose at its essence
before the LCD on it
blinked, bursting with blue luminescence!
The two of us pensively scrolled in amazement
as we thumbed through its collection of photographs taken.
We recognised most of the faces caught in the leer of its lens
noticing neighbours at social occasions, teachers, and friends.
The deeper our dexterous digits delved, the more we regretted us having so,
- because all these people were dead as evidenced in its camera roll!
The death of each tragic soul re-played as the images flashed
and I felt its metallic, cold, gaze turn colder still in my hands.
Within a flash our lives changed. We spent a minute stood motionless.
If the killer was at large, our fingerprints were all over it!
“Think for a moment,” “THINK?!” I spit with displeasure
“If we don’t go, and quick, we’ll be in prison FOREVER!”
The digital devastation droned as we’d headed home with it clutched
and hidden it cleverly in our garage, where no-one would look.
We kept totally shtum, as we had both promised we'd do,
so nobody could’ve known what was to come once we got in from school.
There was mom with the zoom lens, despite our pleas to get her to stop -
wanting a group selfie of us all to keep in her memory box.
*Click*