J.M. Blackman’s Picture Choice: 2
Janie wasn't sure just how it all had begun. In fact, she was convinced it had always existed.
When she was 10 and she'd gotten her first kiss from Amanda. When she met Gina, who convinced her the angry black lesbian was mostly a stereotype. Mostly. When she met Savannah and knew that it was not a fluke, her attraction, not a coincidence or perversion. Nothing close to an aberration.
But when she met Fiona, something was different. Everything she’d ever felt before suddenly was nothing but the bat of an eyelash, a spark of the lighter versus the explosion of fireworks that absorbed her chest whenever Fiona’s eyes glanced her way. In Fiona’s smile was her every day, in her hands—her heart, beating a frantic tempo like the flapping of a hummingbird’s wings. And on her fingertips, Fiona’s small fingertips, were the lacings that kept her soul intact.
She did what she could to make sure Fiona understood that. Fiona in turn took them to Paris. Janie felt that it must mean she understood. Or it at least meant she felt a shadow of the eclipse that had taken over Janie’s life, a beginning worth remembering, worth capturing and holding dearly, like a photo.
And that was enough.
J.M. Blackman is a Language Arts teacher, author rep'd by Gina Panettieri and a feminist. She endeavors to review nearly everything she reads and is a happy wife. She's a SFF enthusiast, loves dark humor, and has an unhealthy need to protect the image of Batman.