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Elena found the camera at a flea market, buried under vinyl records and tarnished silverware. The seller said it hadn't worked in decades.

Her daughter woke up crying, saying a strange woman had been whispering in her dream: Tell her I'm still here. micronemagazine

Elena turned the camera over. Scratched into the plastic was a name she didn't recognize, and a date: 1973. Elena found the camera at a flea market,

In the meantime, here’s a very short story in the spirit of flash fiction (micro fiction), the kind that might appear in a small literary magazine: gray and blank.

That night, she aimed it at her sleeping daughter and pressed the shutter. The motor whirred. A photograph slid out, gray and blank.