Lost and Found

9

After that day, I temporarily handed over the studio to Ada and slept soundly at home.

My sleep quality was always poor, and this time was no different. My dream was very chaotic, countless people appeared, and various plots were staged in turn.

I didn't know what time it was when I woke up. The sky was gray, maybe it was early morning, maybe it was evening.

I lit a cigarette and sat on the balcony on the second floor, looking at the clouds.

It was getting brighter. Because I was bored, I put on a coat and went to the yard to continue sawing wood.

Uncle was a magician when he was young and knew how to make many gadgets. I learned a little about it.

It was already evening when I finished processing the log. I straightened up and wiped the sweat from my face, but I caught a glimpse of a person sitting on the wall.

He held the camera and aimed it at me.

"Miss Miller! What do you think of the news at noon today? Is it a rumor or the truth?"