Finally, I could click the button. Flawless. I tore around the restaurant desperate for more. “Click.” “Click.” I had every angle I needed. Then I ran to the kitchen. Not just because I was hoping I could snag some cheese pizza which I hear is quite delectable3, but also the kitchen might just have a pretty amazing angle looking back into the dinning room4. Running from the main room, my foot caught on the pot that had just missed my head ten minutes ago, and I tripped. My hands were out in front of me, so on my way down to the glass and china covered floor, they pushed opened the kitchen door.
By reflex I clicked the camera one last time, and accidentally captured the murder scene.