The Photographer’s Dilemma (VI)

Thompson shook his head, surveying Ariadne's works upon the wall. All her photographs hung from their frames where she had earlier placed them, all save one; the picture of the man with the albescent jacket. "I'm sorry, Ms. Campbell, I've no idea where it went. It must have been..." Ariadne nodded gravely, "Stolen. Its alright,… Continue reading The Photographer’s Dilemma (VI)

The Photographer’s Dilemma (V)

When she arrived at Jamie's apartment she was surprised, it was far less expansive and glitzy than she had expected, given he was a friend of Calvin's. She knocked and Jamie quickly answered, smiling. "Hey, you alright." "No, not really, not at all." She went inside and was given a cup of coffee and sat… Continue reading The Photographer’s Dilemma (V)

The Photographer’s Dilemma (IIII)

Campbell returned home elated. Finally, after all her struggles, she would be having her first major gallery showing, at one of the premiere lounges in the city and on a weekend no less where the maximal number of people would be likely to show up. It wasn't just good, it was perfect. She moved sprightly… Continue reading The Photographer’s Dilemma (IIII)

The Photographer’s Dilemma (III)

The wicked droning of the club-speaker's drowned out all conversation, interaction was relegated to drunken glances and sensual movements. A communication of primal rhythm. Ariadne Campbell sat in the corner, starring sullenly at her half-empty glass. She could see them out of the corner of her eye. Dancing, kissing, rubbing, whispering about fucking. Her lip… Continue reading The Photographer’s Dilemma (III)

The Photographer’s Dilemma (II)

"That fucking bastard." Ariadne Campbell mouthed the words under mint and marijuana tainted breath as she beheld the large five foot by five foot drawing which hung upon the pure white wall of the gallery pulling all present eyes towards it with is grim and imposing majesty, even as it repelled with its stark audacity.… Continue reading The Photographer’s Dilemma (II)