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Robert stood back, his job for this morning done, and watched as a doorman materialised to hold open the door. Anxious now … Tessa was new to the business, would she stumble? Embarrassed, would she look to him?
Come on, my girl, you can do it. Stop there, you’ve hit the mark.
Part in, part out of the canopy’s shade, the low sun showed her black locks to perfection. He’d been up since dawn, washing, oiling, grooming that hair.
But look at her. Isn’t she something!
She posed for the cameras. Nothing forced, no pulled-in belly, no pushed-out chest; not like those Hollywood bitches. She pulled her head up, a sleek line from her black nose through her throat to her chest.
Robert smiled to himself. She was his bitch. Contessa, the new Lassie. And though movies were a bitch of a business, together they’d nail it.
Written for What Pegman Saw.
Wordcount 147
crispina kemp 
How perfectly you matched your story to the image, Crispina! A clever twist in our expectations there
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Well, my first thought was ‘Those bitch paparazzi!, and it followed from there. Thanks for your like. 🙂
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My pleasure Crispina 🙂
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Ah, I was hoping this was literal. Too often that word has been co-opted with bad intent. Nice work.
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I thank you. 🙂
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I loved this, Crispina! Brilliantly done, and like Josh, I was happy to see it was literally a bitch 😉
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I thought it might be fun to play with it … 🙂
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It was very well done!
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My many many thanks. I don’t suppose you’ll believe me if I say I composed it while I was washing up? No, quite right. But I did compose it over lunch. When inspiration comes, it zaps me. 🙂
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Yes, I do. There are times when it takes me all of 5 minutes to come up with a FF (while others cause me grief) and while walking Zeke I compose a bazillion beautiful works, that never see the light of day because 1) It’s too damn cold to stop and write down a thought or take out my phone and dictate and 2) I’ll “remember” it when I get home or not walking the dog but driving so both 1) and 2) apply again 😉
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Yea, I guess the fact that inspiration mostly takes me when there’s pen and paper handy does help a lot. When I’m out walking the camera, particularly on the long boring bus journeys needed to reach lush destination, then I’ll ponder plot twists and such for whatever the stories I’m writing. But since I’m now into edit stage, that’s not much needed. Still, we’re always looking to improve. Then the phone comes into play. 🙂
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Pen and paper are definitely huge pluses! 😉
Looking forward to the whole set.
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Yea, I beginning to work like I’m demon driven. Tutting at myself if I take a break. Yet, while that sounds fanatical, and like I never allow myself free time, I only work between certain set hours. In other words, I do allow myself plenty of free time. 🙂
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You are on a mission! And it’s a good thing you allow yourself downtime – Just like any job…
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Indeed. I learned my lesson a log while ago. Besides, after so many hours the mind gets stale.
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Right!
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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You had me fooled right up until the black nose!! Very clever and an excellent take on the prompt.
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I thank you, Violet. Seems I’m getting the hang of this micro-fiction 🙂
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I like how the hints are all there, so the reveal at the end feels natural. And a great take on the image you found, too: a funny reminder that human actors aren’t the only ones who have to deal with the paparazzi!
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I thank you, Joy. It was fun to write. And really, those intrusive persistent hounding press-men, dictated the stoyr.
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