The girl switched off the lights in the dark-room, for a moment there was pitch black. Then she pulled the light cord and the strip lights came on.
The red light surrounded her as she carefully checked the settings for the third time.
She moved her camera out of the way and caught sight of the name tag. Her mother had insisted she named the camera. Sarah, a plain name for a plain girl. She adjusted the focus slightly, removed the red filter and pressed the large red button.
White light seemed to cut through the red, streaming down onto the paper. Slashing through the red, but it would run out of energy soon. Energy and time. Then there would be red.
Red. Red. Everything here was red. The light was red, the tray with the developer in was red, the filter was red, the button was red. Now, thanks to the light, her once gold hair was also red.
There was a click and the white light from the enlarger disapeared. Swallowed by the red.
She placed the sheet of paper into the developer and sloshed the liquid over it, her hands tipping the red tray back and forth.
Slowly, slowly, the picture came into focus. First came the two sticks on either side of the photograph. Next, she could see the sun powering through the piece of celophane she had stretched betwen the two sticks.
Finally, the eye-catcher. The shadow formed slowly, twisting into shape, changed by the light reaching through behind it. The snare for everyone to fall into, trapped, like she was. Surrounded by the word.
The word. She had made the word on the celophane by cutting out back card and sticking it onto the celophane. The word rang out, loud, bright and clear.
The photo was black and white. Monochrome.
But that wouldn't stop the colour from grabbing you. Taking you by the hand and pulling you into it, like a siren from a lake.
Red.
~SishBee~
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