Yasmine had tried many photo clubs before, but most were disappointing. They lacked her ambition.
Yasmine was seriously into photography.
This new club owned a building all to themselves. She pushed through the wooden doors of the blue entryway and gasped at what she saw inside.
The photos hanging on the walls were blown up to man-sized. The quality was magnificent, recording exotic locations. Before several stood wooden platforms with steps leading up. An elderly man approached her carrying an elaborate-looking camera made of brass. “You like?”
“Wonderful!” enthused Yasmine.
The man grinned. “We at the Photo Centre are into photography. I am Lazlo.”
“Yasmine. You must love travel as well, Lazlo.”
“Oh, we travel all the time! We’re into photography.”
“What is…?” she pointed.
Lazlo patted his complex camera. “My own design. Some claim it works like magic.”
Just then a man stepped out of a photograph of the Sahara and onto a platform. He and camera were covered in sand.
Yasmine stared in shock.
Lazlo grinned. “Did I mention we’re into photography?”
Written for the weekly Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers flash fiction challenge. Look here for the original prompt and a blue link to many other stories: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/03/21/fffaw-week-of-3-22-2016/