It's a lovely shot. A grandmother gleefully chasing her granddaughter in the backyard on a warm day. Joyful laughter can be heard.
I bought this as a negative at a flea market. A stack of negs that I could only hold up to the sun and take a guess. It was thrilling when I scanned it and found what I had. I was reveling in the joy of the moment, the scene of domestic happiness. And then I saw it. "IT" drew me in. Oh no. It can't be! The whole scene changed. Run baby, run. Grandma's got a knife!
I've said it before and I'll say it again, the story is all in the details.
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