The Wedding Photographer Got It In Frame And Deleted It

I was the best man, so I spent the evening carrying things and apologising, which is the job.

Behind the marquee, about eleven, I found the photographer sitting on a beer crate having what I would call a professional crisis.

She showed me the back of the camera. It was a shot of the couple, taken maybe an hour earlier, first dance, lovely, exactly the sort of thing people pay for. And in the top-left of the frame, through the open flap of the marquee, out over the fields, there were three lights in a line, and they were reflected in the plastic window of the marquee wall, which is the detail that killed me, because a reflection means they were real light, hitting a surface, at that moment.

I said something helpful like "what is that", and she said, "I don't know, and it's in nine shots."

Then she deleted them.

All nine. Right there, in front of me, thumb on the button, while I said her name in an increasingly stupid voice.