NoFlashFotographyPls

    I watched her smile fade slowly, the corners of her mouth falling. Her eyes were glossy and I felt ripped up on the inside. I knew all too well what she was planning.    “Hide yourself,” she urged, but her voice sounded unsure, “no one can know you were here.” She rested her emerald fingers gently on her chest, though I noticed them tremble slightly. And then she turned sharply, hiding her face from mine. In a flash she’d disappeared behind a curtain. From a damp and dirty corner I watched as the Wicked Witch died. Her shrieks filled the room like thick liquid, so heavy it was inescapable. “No,&rdquo