“Seriously? Just because I let you feed me doesn’t mean I should suffer such indignity! At least let me put on a tie!
Words by Cynthia M. Gayton
Photograph
Lip stick
“It’s such a burden,” Judy said. “To be so ridiculously beautiful.” She tossed her straw-like hair over her shoulder and gave the photographer her most honest smile. The photographer told her to pout. “Pout?” She said. “I don’t do ‘pout’.” She re-arranged her pose, “How’s this?” She said speaking through tightly closed lips stretched into a wane smile.
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Ice / Rock
This was it, Gerri’s final semester. She had hiked some of the Appalachian Trail and decided to stop in Harpers Ferry in late November. No particular reason. Maybe she had made her point. Maybe she could trust herself again.
Words by Cynthia M. Gayton
The open road
He opened his eyes and saw that they had just entered the state of North Carolina. He turned to look at his sister. She was hunched over the wheel, her knuckles white. They started to swerve into the left lane. He shouted, “What are you doing?” and grabbed the wheel. “I’ve got it, I’ve got it,” she said quietly as tears continued to stream down her face.
Words by Cynthia M. Gayton
Looking up at winter trees
Orion
It felt like nobody was there that cold winter day
Ursa Major
Walking up the hill on a clear sunny winter day
Moon and the tree
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