He had a digital camera.
So did I.
We looked at each other. Eyes were narrowed. Tempers flared. Somewhere a cock crowed…
and at some unspoken signal, the cameras were flipped on…
shots were fired.
He got the drop on me, but I focused and got a better shot.
I walked away from another digital showdown. I know that one day there’ll be a kid with an itchy trigger finger and better resolution. A kid that’ll get me when I’m low on juice.
I carry extra batteries, and look over my shoulder.
