Voyeur
She wore the mirrorshades to protect her soul. Megan was behind the camera all the time. She never wanted to be in front of it, never let the lens to peer at her, but she always wanted to be behind it. It was the filter to protect her from what the Pacific Northwest tried to push on everyone. Seattle wasn’t the city her parents grew up in, it was barely the city her grandparents lived in, and Lord knows it wasn’t the metropolis her great-grandparents retired in. The Great Emerald City was now...