Not a fan

“Not a big fan,” I turned away, shrugging through my critique.

“What’s not to like?” Hannah danced around to face me, laughing, trying to make me smile.

“Seiously? How much time you got?” My sarcasm thick with disdain.

“What do you have against him?” Hannah frowned, genuinely bewildered by my scorn.

“Again, how much time you got?” I held up a hand to ward off her argument. “He tells what you can and can’t do. He made you give up your family, your friends. What has he ever done for you?”

Hannah blinked, momentarily speechless.

“I’ve never thought about it.

Inspiration: Fan

 

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I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

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