genre: urban fantasy
summary: A vampire, dissatisfied with modern life, takes a walk at the bottom of the ocean and encounters a deep sea mermaid, ruins, and creatures so old they’ve passed from memory.
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Maybe it was because of the selfie. Not the selfie itself, but the fact that I couldn’t take one or go a day without hearing someone complain about them. It was just another form of photo, why were people so upset?
I remembered when the photo was first invented; they said it was a way to capture a soul on a flat surface and trap time itself in one place. The first theory for why we didn’t show up on them was that we didn’t really have much of a soul left and the second theory was that camera’s used mirrors. That one made more sense.
Photographs were honest, I liked that about them, and selfie’s were honest too, even the ones with a dog filter. They were all saying something.
I wished I could use the dog filter.
That’s not why I climbed out of my silk sheets one morning and gave the keys to my apartment to the nearest homeless person and started walking. It wasn’t because of the dog filter, or the second coming of fascism or rising planet temperatures, and it wasn’t even because Anna was visiting town and my restraining order was back in effect (once you live long enough you rack up a number of these with the other undead).