8d (edited) • Snippets
35mm (some flash fiction)
I found her in a quiet cafe, down a side street on the outskirts of Portofino.
Not that she was missing.
Her face brightened when I asked if I could take her photo. But as I flipped the lens cap off my new Leica she raised a stilling hand.
"First," she said firmly, "You have to tell me why."
I put the camera down "Why what?" I asked.
She took a drag of her cigarette and blew a tight stream of blue smoke from the corner of her smile.
"Why me?"
The look in her eyes warned me that a bullshit answer would not win her favour.
"Because I like taking photos of young women." I said, looking right into her interrogating stare. "And you are the only young woman around here."
She nodded, stubbed out her cigarette and chuckled, "Good answer," as she stood, took me by the hand and pulled me towards the door.
"Come on." she said. "You don't want a photo of me sitting at a cafe table. Its too cliche' don't you think?"
"I suppose" I shrugged, somewhat bemused by the tight grip she had on my hand. The last person to lead me anywhere like this would have been my mother, decades ago.
"Where are we going?" I asked, as the cafe door banged closed behind us.
She turned to me, and winked. "My place. I hope you have lots of film."
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35mm (some flash fiction)
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