Sunday, March 27, 2016
From a flyer
Holly grips her Minolta like an infant and looks at me, checking the light on my face, squinting her eyes. I’ve never done this before and I feel sick with nerves.
“Are you having second thoughts?” Holly asks. Her Australian accent still catches me off guard.
“Yes, I guess I am,” I say, looking at my feet. My toenails need trimming.
“You aren’t going to get my feet in the shot, are you?” I scratch my thigh and then my balls. It’s a nervous habit. Holly catches me and then laughs.
“Good!” She says, snapping a series of photographs. “I’m glad you’re relaxing.”