world traveller

PHOTO PROMPT - © Kent Bonham

PHOTO PROMPT – © Kent Bonham

Each new city begins to look like the last. New York. Paris. Mumbai. San Paulo.

Finding the glittering and the gritty on rain-sleek streets, under neon lights, in tin-roofed shacks, among the garbage.

That was her job. To photograph the high and low. World traveller. Renown photographer. Jaded cynic.

Runways, terminals, train stations, bus stops. All blurred together. One huge Jackson Pollack.

They found her camera on a Tokyo street. They found her suitcase unclaimed in London.

Her body. They never found.  {word count: 82}

Written for Friday Fictioneers, June 24-26, 2015.

@ phylor 2015

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50 thoughts on “world traveller

  1. Sandra June 25, 2015 / 2:58 am

    Very realistic. And the sense of world-weariness came through.

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    • phylor June 25, 2015 / 7:56 am

      Thank you — I hoped I’d express that very feeling.

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  2. Lynda June 24, 2015 / 8:17 pm

    I really enjoyed your open end. I leaves you guessing, and pondering. Perhaps she dripped her possessions to throw her public off the scent. I like to see her someplace with her feet up and a smile on her face.

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    • phylor June 24, 2015 / 9:34 pm

      So would I! She does deserve a break from the glitzy and the gritty. Perhaps she is at a spa in some exotic locale. :-) (I know I’d like to be!)

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  3. DELL CLOVER June 24, 2015 / 6:40 pm

    Oooh, very scary–and I wonder how often true.

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    • phylor June 24, 2015 / 9:33 pm

      People disappear all the time. The question is has she disappeared?

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      • DELL CLOVER June 24, 2015 / 9:35 pm

        Do you mean, has she disappeared by her own choice?

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        • phylor June 24, 2015 / 9:38 pm

          Could be. See my discussion with Lynda above for one of many possible endings.

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  4. k rawson June 24, 2015 / 2:38 pm

    Marvelous take on the prompt–I could see it all.

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    • phylor June 24, 2015 / 9:32 pm

      Thank you.
      A prompt like that is so great because the story and begin and end anywhere.

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  5. AnElephantCant June 24, 2015 / 1:59 pm

    Superbly atmospheric piece.
    AnElephant pulls his hat down over one eye and walks the mean streets…

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    • phylor June 24, 2015 / 9:31 pm

      Thank you. Sounds like you have just the right hat for such a stroll.

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  6. Vinay Leo R. June 24, 2015 / 12:19 pm

    I wonder which city has her unfound body, if she’s dead or worse. Spooky.

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    • phylor June 24, 2015 / 9:30 pm

      That’s a very good question. I haven’t quite come up with the answer yet.

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  7. Priceless Joy June 24, 2015 / 11:49 am

    Excellent story! It flowed well and had a great anticipation toward the ending.

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    • phylor June 24, 2015 / 11:58 am

      Thank you.
      It was one of those times when the first few sentences came right away, and the rest flowed. I’ve written about jaded photographers before. And, while I’m jaded, I’m not a photographer.

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  8. Caerlynn Nash June 24, 2015 / 11:47 am

    I like the comparison to a Jackson Pollack. Very apropos.

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    • phylor June 24, 2015 / 11:59 am

      Jackson Pollack came to mind of a chaotic life folding in on its self.

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  9. micklively June 24, 2015 / 9:13 am

    Did you see Juliette Binoche in A Thousand Times Good Night?

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    • phylor June 24, 2015 / 9:19 am

      No. I will put that on my to watch list. Thanks for the recommendation!

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  10. ansumani June 24, 2015 / 9:10 am

    The narration gives this story an surreal quality. Well done.

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    • phylor June 24, 2015 / 9:20 am

      Thank you.
      The first sentences came in a flash; the rest flowed out of a spark of inspiration.

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