Itch
13 min readFeb 4, 2023
Amber Shultz waited. She didn’t mind waiting. Her Moscow Mule had other plans.
“It’s driiiiiping, Connor,” she spat, “If we wait any longer my cup will overfloweth and that will ruin the shot.”
Connor pretended to play with the camera. It was already focused and there wasn’t a technical reason why he couldn’t start shooting now. He already fiddled with the lights for thirty minutes. The lighting was perfect forty minutes ago…
