Dorothy Rose - Apt. 604

It’s not uncommon for Dorothy to lie awake at night, struggling to drift off to sleep as clouds of creativity float through her mind. It’s nights like these where she can’t help but give in to her thoughts, and escape the Foxberry for a night of photography. Ever since she bought herself a camera that has a special night setting, she constantly thinks about sneaking out to explore the darkness with her new possession. When Dorothy walked out into the streets, she felt an urge to explore the playground, and see how the colorful playset looks through the night lens. As she was taking shots of the slide, the swingset and the monkey-bars, she saw a glimpse of light coming from the power plant. Curiosity took over without her consent, forcing her legs to take her to a hidden spot behind some bushes. As she ducks down, shielding herself from sight, she sees figures walking out of the power plant. She hears kids in school talking about their visits to the power plant, but these shadows a...

Dorothy sat in the living room with her mom, both silently reading a book of their choice. Dorothy happened to be reading about animal portraits in photography, while her mom quietly sifted through a copy of People. Dorothy always hated that her mom read such ridiculous content, especially considering most of it isn’t even true. However, she understood the feeling of wanting to escape into something else to ignore your reality, even if it’s just for a little while. Dorothy did this with her photography, and often found herself lost in the images she and others were able to capture. As she was beginning to read about what it’s like to capture images of animals in the dark, she became aware of the ever-increasing murmur of frogs outside. There had always been the sound of frogs at night, but never this intense. Dorothy stood to look out the window, and couldn’t help but laugh when her eyes met the scene outside. In front of the building, there were hundreds, maybe even thousands of f...