[9] Leaves of Autumn

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Chapter Nine

“So Cece, do you have any hobbies?” she asked me.

            I shook my head.

            “Okay... I wonder if you suit hats...”

            “Eve, what are you on about?” I asked her, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

            She resurfaced from her wardrobe holding a few pieces of clothing.  She walked over to me and placed the pile at my feet.

            “Find something you like and put it on.  I’m going to get my camera.  I left it in the shed.”

            “Why did you leave your camera in the shed?”

            “We have two sheds.  The smaller one is for me.  Dad converted it into a darkroom for me.”

            “What’s a darkroom?”

            “It’s a room that is completely dark and allows processing of light sensitive photographic materials.”

            “Oh okay...”                                          

            “That made no sense to you, did it?”

            I shook my head.  “None at all.”

            She giggled.  “Um, look it up at the library or something.”

            “Or I could just use the internet...”

            “Shut up, I’m used to using the library since we don’t really use the internet in this town.”

            I laughed.

            “Anyhoo, get dressed, and I’ll be back.”

            “Okay then.”

            I shifted through the pile of clothes, finally picking out a white summer dress, a black vest, and fishnet stockings.  The shoes she had laid out for me weren’t my style so I just put my combat boots back on.

            Eve came back into the room and looked me up and down, smiling. 

            “It really suits you.”

            “Thanks,” I mumbled back.

            “Anytime.  Let’s go outside.  There is a nice light.”

            “Okay.”

            “Hmm... Perhaps you could lean against that tree,” Eve offered as she held her camera in her hands.

            “This one?” I asked, pointing to a tree.

            She shook her head.  “The one that is two away from the log.”

            “Oh, this one?” I asked pointing to another tree.

            She nodded.  “Perfect.”

            I leaned against the tree and she took a picture.

            She continued to direct me where to stand, sit, how to pose.  It was quite fun yet confusing at times.

            At one point she told me to just walk around and do what felt comfortable.

            Sometimes I pulled a few faces.

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