the concrete cement.

from A Mixed Bag (2009);

She takes photos of everything. She presses the shutter button at the skyline view from the Ferris Wheel, the tourist couple behind her tickling each other’s tummy, the crying lost child in the corner, the two-goth couple kissing with tongue and sound, and my passive face watching her. She hands me the camera and asks me to take a picture of her for her author’s page. She tells me the angles she wants, but she doesn’t care with the result I give, considering I only edit and publish books, and not take pictures for the content.

She takes out a cigarette and I take it from her willowy fingers. She tells me how beautiful life is. She says she wants to see more of its beauty. I don’t ask her how she will do it, but I warn her not to do it. She tells me to make sure her photobook will get published. I don’t assure her, but I tell her to do my best.

The Ferris Wheel descends and the door opens. We are the last ones to exit, but as I walk to the platform, she slips through the gap and down the concrete cement she falls.

sunday photo fiction prompt


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.


9 thoughts on “the concrete cement.

  1. I felt that her demise was upcoming, but was expecting a disease because I originally misinterpreted: I don’t ask how she will do it because I thought it referred to her wanting to see more beauty. I rarely make suggestions to someone else’s work, but if you made that a new paragraph, “I don’t ask how” it might stand out a little more, unless you don’t want it to. 🙂

    Very sad and makes me wonder about her, why if loved the beauty of life, she didn’t want to participate any more.

    Good read, thanks.

    1. Thank you for the constructive note, Sascha. Perhaps instead of a new paragraph, a rephrase would work more (I agree with the imposed confusion). Though I’ve taken your note for future references. All the best!

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