Exposure
My name’s Mike. I work at a drugstore’s photo lab. I’m replacing John, who stopped showing up for work. He replaced Josie. There’s been a lot of turnover but I don’t know why. It pays $9.75 an hour–a buck more than cashiers like Susan.
I’m closing down when my boss makes a rather strange request: to develop some film of his.
The pictures are of John, the previous developer. His body is dismembered. Images of feet, hands, his head. While petrified, my boss whispers, “You’re next.”
Hi. My name’s Susan. I’m replacing Mike who worked in the photo lab…