They stood outside the Roasting House, talking, watching Hell Betty in her bright red long handles walk across C Street to Priscilla Old Tyme Photos, where she worked, and enter the front door.
Seconds later, a sharp white light flashed from inside the shop. Worried something was wrong, the two men, including her brother Robert, rushed to the shop.
“Are you okay?” Robert called out.
No answer. Again, Robert shouted.
From the back room, Hell Betty returned, “Yeah, I’m okay?”
“What was that flash?” he asked.
“Nothing really,” Hell Betty answered, laughing. “Just the backdoor flap on my longjohns failing.”
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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