[ WP ] You are walking down the street one day and find a disposable camera with the film entirely used . Curious , you get the pictures developed . The store attendant seems to be uneasy when giving you the photos and once you look , it 's obvious why..

`` You sure you want these?'' Pricks of anxiety pinched their way up my spine as the man stared at me suspiciously. His yellowed fingers held an envelope filled with the developed pictures from the camera I'd found. 
 
 `` Yeah, I'm pretty sure. I have paid for these after all.'' I glanced up at the dusty clock on the wall impatiently. 
 
 `` No, it's no trouble.'' The man said, pulling open the drawer with his free hand. `` I can give you a full refund.'' 
 
 Despite my irritation, I feigned my best smile and outstretched my hands in objection. `` I'd really just like my pictures, thanks.'' 
 
 The man paused as his arm outstretched involuntarily. He swallowed hard as he handed them over. `` Of course. I'm sorry. Here you go.'' 
 
 I thanked him again before he hurried through the hanging door beads behind him. Despite the humming of a spinning ceiling fan, the shop was sickly hot and I could feel a thin veil of sweat forming on my body. I turned and walked out the shop as the heat begun to become unbearable. 
 
 As I left the shop, a cool breeze feathered my cheeks and I breathed a sigh of relief. Clutching the envelope in my hand, I crossed the street quickly, avoiding the oncoming traffic. A cacophony of car horns sounded as I ignored the profanities from incensed drivers and scrambled into my car parked on the other side of the busy main road. 
 
 `` Okay, let's see here.'' I said quietly to myself. I flicked open the envelope and emptied the pictures into my lap. The paper felt warm against my bare legs as I slowly collected the freshly developed photos into a neat pile in my hands. 
 
 I flipped the pictures over and felt my blood turn cold. The first picture was me. From three days ago when I was playing on my front lawn with the kids. 
 
 The second, third and fourth were all blurry close up shots of my son where the camera had been zoomed from a distance. The smiles made me shiver in spite of the heat and as my breathing quickened, I found myself flicking faster through the pictures. All of them were pictures of my family from a distance. In the garden, eating dinner and even blurry images of me bathing the children. All of them reflected light from the glass panes of the window at different times of the day. I threw each to the ground in disgust but stopped as I stared wide eyed at the last picture. It trembled in my hand. 
 
 It was a picture of the whole family only my face had been blurred out. In its place, a smiley face scribbled messily in red pen with the words'When you're gone, this will be me'. 

