Gyroscope

I take a picture of the body and return. Gyroscopes and machines clanking and my rubber gloves put the picture in the water, let it develop. Stare at it. Red all over from the lights and the stained carpet.

Knocking. The door. Open and the body in the picture is the body in my living room. It grabs and slashes and I'm without ammo so onto the carpet I fall.

It takes a picture of my body and returns. Gyroscopes and machines clanking...

The body in the picture is the body in the living room is me, over and over.