I was honoured and privileged to be chosen as winner at The Angry Hourglass for my story “The Soul Catcher”. Many thanks to judge Voima Oy.
The Soul Catcher
by Mark A. King
A Photograph Captures the Soul – Traditional Indigenous belief
I remember the first photograph. Yes, yes, how could I not?
My emaciated body ravaged over the centuries, gorged on that first image. I’d fed on the scraps of paintings, the reflections in mirrors and water. But this barely sustained me. I was a but a shell, a vessel, a husk.
They say John the Baptist consumed nothing but locusts and honey in the arid deserts and I have fed on worse.
The very first picture, low definition, grainy and monotone – was like the promise of manna.
Yet I was still hungry. Always hungry.
Later, through the lens of glorious Technicolor, I devoured the entire spectrum of a soul. The dry chalk of powder-puff blue, the bitterness of yellow, the tang of crimson and the spice of teal.
Oh, the souls…
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