Evening came up on the glass and the city turned the studio blue. I stood in the same black dress, one heel extended, and Ben closed the door behind him…
I sat on a storage stool in the navy dress, one heel off, the stocking foot pointed, the other shoe still on. The clipboard lay face-down on a crate. Aaron…
I sat on the cellar bench in the burgundy blouse, one heel off, Adam between my knees because I had pointed. Twenty-seven. I am forty-eight. The shop had been dark…
