The old man in the shop in Turkey assured me that this camera was the best that money could buy.
“It literally transports you back to where you were when the picture was taken,” he said to me, as I ummed and ahhed. The device looked old. Obviously an antique. I might be able to get a good price for it at auction.
“I think I’ll leave it, thank you,” I said, knowing that if I appeared to be too eager the price would not come down.
“I do special price for you,” he said, as if on cue. “And include this box of photographs taken with it, too!”
We struck a deal.
Over the next week I discovered that the old man hadn’t been lying to me. Whenever I looked at one of the photographs in the box, I was transported to where the picture had been taken. In the space of a few short hours I went from Greece to Peru to Australia to France….
The thing was, I couldn’t find any pictures in the box of anywhere near home. I had no money, no passport; all my baggage was back in Turkey.
I needed a holiday.
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Prompt: FOWC with Fandango – Photograph