(Thriller/General Fiction/Short story)
Were you to photograph her you would not do so in color, but rather with the shades of in-between. Stark greys coated beneath the curve of her chin, pallid white daubed across her cheeks, her collarbones sinking into the black strokes of a silk shirt. She is a woman of few differentiating factors but many faces, many of which are not hers. You see, the photographer likes to live through the eyes of strangers.
But she herself is more than just a photograph. And her story isn't only black and white.
Her story is one that must be told through words instead of images, through reality instead of memory, and it is one that even she could not capture within a lens.All Rights Reserved