Monday, October 15, 2018
The Threshold, by R.M. Greenaway
This is the second story by R.M. Greenaway to make this page in two months. She seems to be having a good year.
"The collection is called City. That's all. City. Lot of structure, not a lot of people shots, 'cause that's been done to death. But they're in there, like puzzle pieces, just part of the chain-link right? Or the asphalt, or the puddles. Except for on the cover I've got an old guy..."
The speaker is Blaine and as you may have guessed he's a photographer. Perhaps a bit obsessive about it. And one morning, just at sunrise, he's out snapping pictures at the waterfront and he find a very fresh corpse. Of course he knows he should call 911, but the lighting is perfect, and how long will it last? Surely it won't hurt if he just changes lenses and takes a couple of artful frames...
And then the dead man twitches.
I'm going to stop here. This is a masterful story and I don't want to give anything away.