Shoot when you can

overcoming fear of the blank page

I felt the hair of the woman near me brush against my arm. I looked down to see why and I thought, oh she’s fallen asleep. How odd, because only a minute before she’d been doing her make up. Well I suppose you get your sleep whenever you can when commuting. Just squeeze in a minute’s nap between stations after your lippy’s done.

But then I saw she was actually leaning over her phone, apparently watching a movie or something. Well, I suppose you watch snippets of film whenever you can. A minute of film here and there and you might get through a season of Lost in a couple of months.

But then I realized she was taking a photo of my shoes. She was using her hair, her well-coiffed hair, to hide what she was doing. The movement of the train meant she had to take a few shots before she got them in frame. I stayed as still as I could, trying to help her. Well, I suppose you find the bizarre whenever you can.

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Nat Newman

Nat Newman is an award-winning writer of short stories, content, podcasts, feature articles, drunk text messages and, soon, a novella.

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