The picture showed his father's face in a dark contrast with a strange blue light that wavered all the way down his father's chest with splashes of color and twists of red and purple. And there was a face sitting on his father's shoulder. It was smiling for the picture. James dropped the photo in the dirt out of astonishment. The image faded away.
And so, with his eyes wide and his fingers shaking, he took another photo just to be sure of himself. This time, he pointed the camera at the sky.
What emerged from the camera was enough to make his jaw drop. It showed a sky full of colorful fleeting shapes flying in every direction...spirit figures in a supernatural wind.
James' face went pale and he fingered his new camera with awe. What did his camera see that his eye could not? Were they ghosts? Were they spirits? Were they magical creatures? James was going to find out.
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