Fiction - Fantasy
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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He looked at me like he knew what I was thinking. And it was that look, those eyes that sent up the first red flag I don't mean the color blue so light. It was nearly transparent, but more the way they tried toe own me. I licked my lips and they dropped to watch my tongue dart out. I ran a hand through my bobbed hair and felt him following the movement so that my fingers fisted there. I exhaled deeply, forcing myself to relax, and for some reason, that made him smile. I was jumpy, I confess. But I recognize that hungry. Look, I'd seen it once before. Long before I'd ever started dating, I hoped never to see it again. So what do you do for a living? Ajax finally asked, breaking the silence. I mean, you don't just live off daddies money, do you? This was followed by a shallow, just joking Go far, one belied by how carefully he continued to watch me. I ran my fingers over the stem of my wine glass, wondering just how long it would take Ajax to notice that mine were in the hands of a debutante. But those of a fighter. I take photographs like weddings or models or something like people shapes, shadows, usually night shots, using natural light in gritty settings. Reality. So, he said, drawing out the word You don't make money at it. Not yet. He looked at me like I should apologize for something. He probably was a ******* banker, after all. Sounds like a waste of time, he finally said, and turned away from my stare. His little job stung more than it should have. Normally, I don't care what people think. But lately, looking at the world through refracted lens, viewing the worth of places and people and objects in terms of light and shadow, black and white wasn't a satisfying as it used to be restless. I had recently begun taking more self portrait's than anything else, zeroing in on singular things like my knuckles constantly read and callous from nylon punching bags or my eyes right or left rarely both which were tawni and earth color during the day, but blackened like a clouded lake in the dark, or when I was extremely angry