Sophia

I peered through the camera to her exposed flesh and told her to tense.

She tensed and I took a photograph.

Her hair was black and wild. Her skin was porcelain. She had a monroe.

She was 17.

I asked her to look at me though the lens.

She looked at me through the lens and I took a photograph.

She was slim. Her hip bones stuck out under her polka dot panties. Her collar bone stuck out under her polka dot bra.

She smoked DuMaurier. The kind here dad smoked.

I told her to drink from the bottle.

She drank from the bottle and I took a photograph.

She was every girl her age. She was Sophia.