Fat Maxine was strangled last night.
That bloated, belligerent bitch fell and hanged herself on her camera strap while trying to get a picture of this bridge. She got too close to the cliff’s edge and slipped in the mud.
It was a stupid thing to do. Who goes into storm like that anyway? Every photographer knows the proper procedures when it comes to shooting lighting. They shoot the approaching storm, not the one that’s active overhead. When the rain starts, it’s long over. The danger of being struck is far too great.
There’s no telling Fat Maxine what to do. When she get’s an idea in her head, she just can’t let go. If wine’s involved, she’ll defy everyone to make a point and abuse a few for good measure.
Photographer Hanged. Tree Root Catches Strap.
But how did she get past that tall fence in front of the cliff? She’s too obese and unhealthy to climb it. Top class athletes would find it difficult.
I don’t get it. Why go over the fence at all? She had a tripod that was much taller than that fence! If her angle was obscured, all she had to do was extend its crane!
Police said that she slid a little way down the cliff-face when a tree root caught hold her camera strap. She was barely a few feet down and then dangled until she passed. Some guy on the bridge saw her when he was out for a morning jog. It was a shocking discovery and it made news headlines.
What I don’t get is how the camera strap came to be around her neck in the first place. If she were using her tripod, she wouldn’t have it around her neck at all. It’d be on the stand taking pictures. Instead, the tripod was found at the base of the cliff.
I just don’t get it.
(Excerpt inspired by SEETHINGS)
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