KL Forslund

“Now hold still Mr. Locke, while I line this shot up.” Captain Locke fidgeted, “I’m not comfortable letting anybody take a shot at me” “It’s just a photograph, sir.” “Them, too” The room lit up in a flare as the flash triggered, leaving the good captain with stars in his eyes. The photographer cranked on the handle of the contraption,, as he spoke. “I’ll need a few days to process this, not sure how it’ll turn out since you insisted on not standing ramrod straight like every