Eliot pushed the camera away from her. She really wished her camera hadn't crapped out on her today of all days. The light was perfect and the weather was perfect and her camera was broken. If only she had the money to get it fixed. She barely had the money to get her coffee for the day.
She sat back, more annoyed at the world than herself for once. She'd thought her luck was changing; she always thought her luck was changing.
Maybe one day it would.