*Writing practice: to take a provocative image and immerse myself in the imaginary world, writing from a particular character point of view, emotion, or etc.
Ah school days, those were the times way back when the term ‘hot flash’ didn’t mean a thing to me, I didn’t have to disrobe and robe up constantly at my internal’s whimsey. We sat too long for the picture it seemed, in that way that time has of stretching out and losing all structure and boundaries. When will the ending come, the finale, the rise of the photographers head. And we were trapped in that time, asked not to move ‘one hair nor stir a skirt’, slaves to time, captives of it not knowing when release will come.
I don’t remember the other girls names. Oh yes I do on the front row sitting is Adele yes that’s Adele, didn’t speak much English in fact, French mostly and she struggled with some words so mightily that it was our delight to hear her attempts! Not that we tried to be cruel, but when we tired of saying ‘Say this word! Say that word!” or she left crying then we knew it was time to be finished.
CELLOPHANE 