Trained to Kill
7 min readNov 11, 2022
I knew something was wrong when the guy at the photo counter told me the negatives from our wedding reception were blank. My smile frowned. My brows burrowed into a growl. “My husband’s a photographer!” I proclaimed more in hope than wishful thinking. “How could this happen?”
“I dunno, lady. Maybe he didn’t rig the camera right or something, but dese are all blank. “