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The camera-
I wasted the rest of the afternoon pretending to take pictures of objects in the
house and in the garden. When I was particularly pleased with the composition of
a shot, I would make a “tuck-
I went to the back-
I went and stood in his footprints and placed my hands on the top of the fence. I looked up at the window and the camera. It wasn’t pointing at me. Bugger. I needed an assistant.
“Necessity” may be the mother of invention, but “Boredom” and “Stupidity” are close
relatives. Within ten minutes the artificial Christmas tree was standing against
the fence. It made for an excellent subject; it was the right height and it kept
perfectly still. I focused on the tasteless red star at its peak and fired-
It was fun and I returned to the garden, satisfied with my stroke of brilliance. I moved the tree away from the fence and one of its wiry branches scratched my hand.
I looked at the tree. The red star became Danielle’s mother’s face. I took a step back and walked around behind her. I took another step back, paused, and then gave her arse a gentle kick. It felt good. I did it again and the tree fell to the ground.
“Another sherry, Marcia?”