Her hair was tied back in a loose pony tail, strands seeking freedom tried to hang before her eyes before her pale fingers brushed the light brown strands aside. Perfectly waxed eyebrows met in a frown, long lashed lids blinked over the light hazel eyes beneath them. Her eyes narrowed at the sight before her, the old theatre, the explosives were set and the lines had been drawn. Protesters had been and gone, their fight long lost, the demolition experts were now in place and doing their job.
Her hands came up, no strands of hair needed to be moved, her hands now held a camera, at her hip was a bag of lenses. She had just changed the lens, she had taken the detail shot of the building, zoomed in to capture the old magic that would now vanish. Now she had a wide angle lens, she wanted to capture the explosion as it happened. Two cameras were hung around her neck, one with film and the other digital, she was currently using the digital camera.
Her camera was taking ten shots with every click, as the men moved away from the building, each giving their okay to set the destruction in motion, her camera was clicking wildly. She was concentrating looking through the view finder, not trusting the digital screen, her left eye was closed and her right was up close to get the perfect shot. Her concentration slowed her reaction to the screaming, she was still taking pictures. As the building exploded outwards she was mid click, her eyes shut tightly as pieces of brick and cement were catapulted outwards.
"What the hell was that?!" She cried, her voice was muffled behind the face mask she wore, wary as she was at the idea of breathing in any dust from a normal demolition.
Something her shock frozen mind could already tell this wasn't.
Shouting, screaming and crying was all she could hear around her, she blinked, he eyes stayed lowered, she didn't want to get any possibly still settling dust in her eyes. As the air cleared, she blinked her watering eyes and looked at the building, she gaped as she saw the state the building was now in.
The object was half buried, seeing the angle the tail end was sticking out, it could only be the fact it was embedded into the ground that stopped it going any further. She had to squeeze her eyes shut as more stinging took hold. In the distance there were sirens, they didn't sound too close before she felt a plastic bottle pushed into her hands. Opening her eyes for a second revealed the bottle to be filled with water, but the person who had handed it to her was a blur and was already walking away. She took no time to wash out her eyes, the dust had settle to the point she could look around with cleared eyes and not suffer more dust getting stuck in them.
The police and ambulances didn't take long to arrive, paramedics rushed out to find the seriously injured, as one came up to her she waved them off, others would need their help.
"We have a live one!" She heard the words over the din of the other people shouting, instinctively she raised her camera and began clicking. She paused and looked at the front of her camera. Were as her face being behind the large device had saved her eyes, the lens had a scratch diagonal across the centre, that part of the picture would be fuzzy like nothing else.
She took another quick few sets of pictures of the building to add to the collection already on the memory card, the scratch might make for interesting photos later.
She quickly removed the damaged lens and pulled out another, she then realised something was odd, the dust and settled far too quickly. There was the smell of burning but nothing was on fire....not now at any rate. Someone was shouting something about a plane and as she clicked the new lens onto her camera, she looked at the building. There was smoke coming off of it, if that had been a plane then it was melted beyond all recognition. What the hell had happened?
Her mind didn't have enough time to register this properly as she was being led away by a police officer. She captured several shots of the tail of the 'airplane' the looked at the paramedics, firemen were moving debris and someone was being pulled out. She concentrated on getting pictures of the survivor as he was placed into an ambulance on a stretcher. Only one clear thought went through her head.
Once she was around the corner from the crashes he stopped taking pictures, the police officer had run off to look after something else. She had been caught once before by police after being led away, shock and more than a little still-to-be-accepted fear caused her to not go against the rules this time. Even if it meant more pictures, all she wanted to do was get to her car. It was only while she was looking for the keys to her car she realised she was still holding the bottle of water.
She hadn't managed to get any shots of her water armed rescuer, nor could she call up any detail in her mind of the tear fuzzed image she remembered.
The photographer walked the next block or two, people were getting out of their homes to see what had happened, she had got the action photos, hers would be worth more. Her feet moved quickly, she was almost running by the time she got to her car, the Mini Cooper was in a bad enough state, but she still looked worse. She opened the door, put her things onto the passenger seat and got in, only then did she finally stop. Her heart was pounding, it roared in her ears and her vision started to swim. She probably wasn't in much state to drive, she didn't really feel it, but she needed to get home and it wasn't that far.
The key clicked into place with a satisfying finality and the engine sneezed into life, she paused. Looking at her digital camera she picked it up and removed the memory card. There was a locket at her throat, or at least it looked like it, one end was a USB fitting and the other opened to allow a SD card to fit in. Not all computers accepted SD cards, even fewer accepted them without issue. It was also with her at all times (being around her neck) and the loss of her camera didn't mean the loss of her pictures. She placed the card into the locket and snapped it shut.
The locket was a uninteresting metal rectangular shape, at some point it's owner had been bored and had etched in small squares, each the same distance from each other. On the top under the loop for her throat was a triangle and a vertical line at the top point. A child's daydream and a long faded memory.