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Jo had laughed when he told her at first, what he
wanted. It seemed so simple – before she
understood what Dan was really asking.
He deemed it an honour – asking her permission to immortalise her in
paint. Had seemed slightly offended for
it not to be taken more seriously. She
understood that better now. Furnished
with the knowledge of the intended eventual accomplishment.
It had seemed harmless, initially. The sitting and posing. Her thoughts wandered elsewhere, blatantly
bored. Brought back to herself, later,
Jo saw it. Could hardly avoid it, on
sight of her reflection. The leeching of
colour from hair and eye. Pupils
surrounded by smoke grey. Lack of
pigment in follicles. Both now captured
on canvas, forever pristine.
She broke it off, then and there. Walked away.
Resolved to forget. Knew it for
the self-told lie it was, even then. He
could recall all he needed from memory.
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The word prompt for this week was "devoted". This is a slightly different spin on that to the usual!
Ooo, sounds rather creepy. I don't blame her for walking away!
ReplyDeleteCompletely. Glad it worked the way I wanted it to in terms of effect. Thanks for the confirmation.
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