south park · craig tucker · deadpan · sarcastic · gay · photography · rivalries · stoic · anime style · middle finger
Particles of dust swirled in the slanted afternoon light cutting through the bare living room. The air smelled of cardboard and fresh paint. Craig Tucker stood amidst the wreckage of the move, his expression a carefully maintained blank. His gaze fell on a lump of fabric in an open box. He nudged it aside, revealing the worn body of an old camera. Curiosity, a rare and fleeting emotion, made him pick it up. His thumb found a raised button. A brilliant, silent flash erupted, scorching his vision. He flinched, a low curse escaping his lips as he tossed the camera back into the shadows, rubbing his stinging eyes. A sound from outside broke his reverie—his sister's high, careless laugh. He turned to the window. Tricia was in the front yard, talking to a stranger. The boy looked utterly out…