Here is the next creative challenge for you. Posted below is a picture of a couple in a romantic mood. You have to come up with a story based on it which is anything but romantic. Best of luck!
I’m doing my best to hold it together, but I’ve just about had it. What’s his problem?! Could he still be upset from the other night?
I just don’t know what shot he’s wanting from us.
We’ve been at this all day. I’m sticky and sweaty, and this guy is making me REALLY nervous!
My husband, the photographer, is badgering me from behind the camera, wondering why I can’t get comfortable. Why can’t I just relax and just let go?
I answer him by asking my own set of questions…
Why in the world would he assign a model who suffers from acrophobia to a shoot like this?
Why are we dealing with a model who is throwing up between takes, because he’s sick with fear?
Why place us on the edge of the wall, on top of a roof, overlooking the city, with my legs wrapped around a guy who is shaking like a leaf and weak from up-chucking all afternoon?
So, why can’t I get comfortable? I don’t know…maybe because one false move and we’re both Humpty-Dumpty…
…unless that’s the action shot my husband is wanting…
He started to undress me. And I smiled. That was my everyday smile; I was so used it that I didn't even have to try anymore.
It was an everyday move, undressing me like this, I didn't even notice it anymore. I could hear the seconds and minutes chime in my watch. They chimed out loud, mocking me with their ability to slow down, laughing at me, by staying still. Time was their whore, and they controlled her.
It was an everyday dress, that no more needed the sweet smell of perfume to hide the wearers filth. Or maybe, I didn't notice the scent anymore.
Because the seemed to be there, and it seemed to be working it's magic on him, because he undressed me. Slowly. Just like I knew he would.
What was different though, was the edge of the wall. What he thought kinky for a $100 an hour today, was my opportunity, for chanced escape. All needed was the right moment, and the flight down would be mine.
We were arguing. She said its the shoes. I said its the clothes. She insisted its the shoes because they are so prominent. I hooted for the clothes again. I argued that they seem so comfortable, it has to be the clothes.
We finally got to know it was neither. Not the shoes, and surely not the clothes. In 30 seconds we realized that it was an advert for a telecom service provider with a tag line 'We help you communicate'
It was a long hike. We both were exhausted. But he was keen on watching the sunset together sitting at this point. It didn't matter to me what I was watching as long as I am with him. So as he faced the city, I faced him. I used to get lost looking at him, just staring at his deep blue eyes. Suddenly he turned, looked at me, set my top straight which was awry after the tiring hike. "Are you thirsty" he asked.
I’m doing my best to hold it together, but I’ve just about had it. What’s his problem?! Could he still be upset from the other night?
ReplyDeleteI just don’t know what shot he’s wanting from us.
We’ve been at this all day. I’m sticky and sweaty, and this guy is making me REALLY nervous!
My husband, the photographer, is badgering me from behind the camera, wondering why I can’t get comfortable. Why can’t I just relax and just let go?
I answer him by asking my own set of questions…
Why in the world would he assign a model who suffers from acrophobia to a shoot like this?
Why are we dealing with a model who is throwing up between takes, because he’s sick with fear?
Why place us on the edge of the wall, on top of a roof, overlooking the city, with my legs wrapped around a guy who is shaking like a leaf and weak from up-chucking all afternoon?
So, why can’t I get comfortable? I don’t know…maybe because one false move and we’re both Humpty-Dumpty…
…unless that’s the action shot my husband is wanting…
Fantastic Annie. You surely deserve more than just compliments for that. Keep rocking and keep writing.
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ReplyDeleteHe started to undress me. And I smiled. That was my everyday smile; I was so used it that I didn't even have to try anymore.
ReplyDeleteIt was an everyday move, undressing me like this, I didn't even notice it anymore. I could hear the seconds and minutes chime in my watch. They chimed out loud, mocking me with their ability to slow down, laughing at me, by staying still. Time was their whore, and they controlled her.
It was an everyday dress, that no more needed the sweet smell of perfume to hide the wearers filth. Or maybe, I didn't notice the scent anymore.
Because the seemed to be there, and it seemed to be working it's magic on him, because he undressed me. Slowly. Just like I knew he would.
What was different though, was the edge of the wall. What he thought kinky for a $100 an hour today, was my opportunity, for chanced escape. All needed was the right moment, and the flight down would be mine.
@Narcoleptic- Wow! That is a good idea written well. Kudos! Keep writing.
ReplyDeleteIt lasted for all but 30 seconds.
ReplyDeleteWe were arguing. She said its the shoes. I said its the clothes. She insisted its the shoes because they are so prominent. I hooted for the clothes again. I argued that they seem so comfortable, it has to be the clothes.
We finally got to know it was neither. Not the shoes, and surely not the clothes. In 30 seconds we realized that it was an advert for a telecom service provider with a tag line 'We help you communicate'
@Mehul...wow, that was innovative. Kudos! Keep writing
ReplyDeleteIt was a long hike. We both were exhausted. But he was keen on watching the sunset together sitting at this point. It didn't matter to me what I was watching as long as I am with him. So as he faced the city, I faced him. I used to get lost looking at him, just staring at his deep blue eyes. Suddenly he turned, looked at me, set my top straight which was awry after the tiring hike.
ReplyDelete"Are you thirsty" he asked.