“Ladies and gentlemen, we have gathered here today for me to give you evidence of myths being true.”
The room went silent, and McLie savoured the moment, polishing his pince-nez.
“We have in our possession the first daguerreotype of a monster so vile and vicious it will change the history of Scotland.”
The room went dark and McLie could hear the sharp collective intake of breath from the audience.
He lightened the sciopticon wick. On the wall a blurry picture appeared.
“Dear audience, this is the monster of Loch Ness.”
Next day McLie sold his lake shore properties for profit.
It took me a while to realize that this was not a picture of Nessie. So that’w where my mind went.
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June 13, 2018