My Short Short Story for the Day

Kerry slammed the front door, tossing her purse on the table and hurrying to the back.  She shut the door tightly to the darkroom.  With practiced movements she started the developing process.  Within a short time she had the blown up picture floating in the final tray.  It had to be him she thought pushing the picture around with tongs.  And if it was, what then?  Report him to the police?  Would they believe her?  And her name would be in the report.  He could find her.  He could…No.  She couldn’t go to the police.  Maybe she should just destroy the film and pretend she never saw anything.  Maybe.  But she did.  She couldn’t ignore that.  She couldn’t live with herself.  No.  That’s not an option.  How about the newspaper?  There’s no guarantee they’d keep her identity secret so she’d have to do it anonymously.  She didn’t want to be linked to this in any way.  Why, oh why did she take that picture?  What was she thinking?  No point in wondering why now.  If it was him, then she’d send it to the newspaper.  They could take over from there.  She gripped the edge of the photo with her tongs and lifted it up to the string.  Once attached she leaned in for a close look.  Sure enough, it was him.