Sally still hadn’t decided if she liked LA or not yet – at least this LA. She knew she wouldn’t like the other LA, that LA was far to fast, flashy and fashionable for her tastes. Sally preferred old things, they made her sad. As she had once told Kathy, before Kathy was sent back in time to live to death - sad was happy for deep people.
Her camera as usual was hung from her neck; just in case she found something photo worthy. Despite her short time here, the people at the photo development place already knew her by name, which was nice – in some ways. What Sally really wanted was a dark room. She loved the smell of developing chemicals, and watching the blank piece of photo paper come to life, in what would hopefully be a brilliant shot.
She was so lost in her thoughts about a dark room, she accidentally bumped into someone – a man in a brown coat who although Sally would never admit to it was relatively good looking.
“Sorry,” she winced slightly. Hoping he wasn’t the demon type, or the angry type, or even the pervert type…or any type at all really.