“Smile for the camera. I thought Mechelle was doing today’s Broadway Beach photo shoot.”
“So did she.” The tall, slender model tilted her head to create an optimal scene. As she leaned against the buggy, her poise caught more than just the camera’s eye. The photographer found himself smitten.
“Show me what’s in the trunk.” He laughed as the camera clicked away. She repositioned her long, golden ponytails so they too could be captured.
“Yeah, I don’t think you really want to know what’s in there.” She then moved her Louis Vuitton shades over her eyes – their color matched the oceans blue. She was something to gawk at. Her attitude made her even more attractive.
He sat his equipment down in the sand and unwittingly approached her, not a practice of his. Mesmerized, he acted out of character.
“Show me!” He insisted.
“You’re all the same. Every since I was a little girl I have fought off the likes of you. So, sure let me show you.” She tilted the large wooden case over on its side and opened it.
“What in the world is that?” He bent down squinting his eyes and leaned in to get a closer look.
“Shark bait.” She whispered in his ear tickling his lobe with her breath. She reached into her tall boots and pulled out the ten inch blade she kept for protection though using it had become more of a hobby. She slid it into his abdomen over and over again. He never realized he was looking at severed body parts.
“Beach Bum” She drug him to the edge of the sea. “Shark Chum” The waves carried him away.
She returned to the set and took a soda out of the cooler. She set the timer on his camera and positioned herself for the last take. With a giggle, she placed the bottle to her lips. Very few things made her happy. Her career was for the money. Her recreations felt necessary to live. Today topped it all, she was able to enjoy a coke and a smile. “Next…” She threw her belongings in the car and headed out.
Leesa Writes 