The smell of photo chemicals triggered her, and she was back in the darkroom. So dark that she couldn't see her hands as she worked the film onto the reel. Twist, twist and she heard plastic rubbing on plastic. She felt the gear turning and the film wrapped around the ridges. She pushed the reel into the developing canister and twisted the lid shut. "Done."
And she was standing back outside on the sidewalk, blinking at the setting sun.
And she was standing back outside on the sidewalk, blinking at the setting sun.