Picture 2
Lizzie Koch’s Picture Choice: 1
Title: Photoshoot
“Smile Saffron. You’re supposed to be warm, inviting, sexy,” snapped Archer. “All I’m getting is frosty.”
“Perched on top of a milk churn isn’t what I’d call sexy,” she mumbled before turning her gaze back to his lens. She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes and Archer saw it. His cold stare sent chilled ripples down her back as he approached.
“Take this,” he said, gently touching her hand. “And when you come back, I want to see you smiling and giving the punters what they expect.”
Biting back the tears, Saffron gazed upon her distorted reflexion in the cracked mirror, a true reflection of her life which was miles apart from the shots Archer took. That was fake, all fake but she couldn’t leave. She had nowhere to go, no money, no family. Nothing. She looked at the mirror, grabbed it with both hands, yanked it off the wall and threw it to the floor. Shards of glass splintered her legs but she didn’t care. Pain was all she felt. The rest of the time she was empty. Taking a step, her bare foot crunched down on a large shard. She watched as red trickled across the floor, pooling around the glass.
It wouldn’t take long, she thought as she bent down, lifting up a thin triangular shard. She’d feel pain for the last time then no more. It was the only release.
She ran the glass gently up her arm with a trembling hand, her fingers clammy. Her grip tightened. She inhaled deeply.
“Don’t!”
Saffron jumped, dropping the glass as Jade stood before her.
“He’s not worth it, please don’t leave me here.”
“I can’t do it anymore, Jade. I can’t.”
“Then don’t.”
“Archer won’t accept that. You know what he’s like. The only way out is to end it.”
“No, it isn’t,” Jade said quietly, sitting next to Saffron on the strained lino floor. She took the glass from her hand. “Don’t you think he’s taken enough from us?”
“Exactly. There’s nothing left.”
“Survival, Saffron, That’s what’s left. You and me. We’re a team. We can do this.”
“Do what?”
“Get rid of Archer,” she said flatly as she wrapped her arm around Saffron. “We get rid of him for good and then we’re free.”
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