The camera is sitting on a wooden park bench. It isn’t being held; it’s propped up against a coffee cup. For the first thirty seconds, nothing happens. You just hear the wind whistling through bare oak trees and the distant, rhythmic thwack of a tennis ball from a nearby court.
He remembered that day clearly now. Ten minutes after the video ended, the snow had started. They had run for the bus, laughing, leaving the notebook on the bench. They never went back for it. The Ending VID 20160211 145554 mp4
Instead, the screen filled with the muted gray light of a winter afternoon. The camera is sitting on a wooden park bench