THE PILOT BY ANAHIT ARUSTAMYAN
CHAPTER SIX
They both walked into John's apartment, which was a little messy. There were empty beer tins and an ashtray with cigarette remains on the small table. The photos of different sizes were lying on the same table. However Mary's eyes caught the sight of the framed photos, hanging on all over the walls. Nare's photo was looking at Mary through the glass which was wrapped in the bronze frames.
''It's impossible!'' Mary cried.
She was not only puzzled but shocked as well. She first struggled to understand why she was sent to the earthly life as a ghost, after she had died many years before. Mary stopped to look at Nare's photos again and again.
''Whose ghost am I, mine or this lady's?'' she said to herself.
She was lost in her thoughts. She hardly remembered what she looked like when she was alive. She wanted to know why her ghost was so similiar to the Armenian lady, Nare.
'' Smile, smile!'' John said to her. “I will photograph you right now.'' He raised his camera and pressed the button.
To his great surprise the camera failed to take a picture.
''What's wrong?'' he said, becoming a bit nervous.
He knew his cameras were fixed and he always took a good care of them because they were the main tools for his work. Mary noticed John's unhappiness and took the camera out from his hands.
''Let me photograph you, John. I am not as brilliant at photographing as you are, but I will try to take a good picture of you,'' she said.
''My darling, the camera doesn't seem to be working,” said John. “It might be out of order. It was all right this morning. I even took different pictures in the park. I can't understand what has happened to it. Okay, if you want to take a picture of me....but ...you will fail, too. O... I can give you another camera.''
'' Give me the same one! It might work,'' Mary said and smiled.
She managed to photograph John. ''Look, John, what a clear photo of you!'' she said, proudly.
''Now your beautiful face will not flee from my camera any more,''
said John, taking the camera from Mary. ''Wow, blank screen again!'' he cried, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.
He rushed to bring another camera to solve that mystery. When the next camera failed to take her picture, John's hands lost their strength. He dropped one of the cameras. It fell on the floor and broke down. John thought something bad was happening to his brain. He was sure if he had a good sleep, he would feel better the following day. He showed Mary the way to the guest room and went to his bedroom to rest his head. He was still sure Nare was taking revenge on him by calling herself Mary. He was sure that it was Nare, but he was unable to understand why none of his cameras took even a single photo of her. Mary opened the door to walk in. The room was dark as the light was off. Mary was about to turn it on when she noticed a very strange light coming through the closed window. In the white light she saw her favourite angel. It was the very angel who had guided her to Heaven. On the way to Heaven she still heard her grandmother and parents weeping.
''Hello, Mary,'' the angel greeted her.
''Hello, Gabriel!'' Mary exclaimed.

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