Words & Pictures
a documentary fumetti *
I was over at Quack's the other night.
I usually just get coffee, but I needed to get to sleep later, so I got this strawberry Italian soda.
I'd been working flat out for days. I was pretty zoned.
A lady with a camera came over and asked if it would be ok to take pictures. It was for some documentary photography class. The lady said the light was good.
She didn't mind.
She was just wrapped up in the conversation she was having with her friend.
They talked for a long time, about a lot of stuff.
I didn't hear everything her friend was saying, but I could hear every word she said.
She didn't seem to mind.
The photographer was all wrapped up in taking pictures and fussing with her camera settings, I bet she didn't even realize she was missing the real story.
It was like a script in one of those radio plays where it's all just a conversation, but you only hear the one person talking. I remember everything she said. I really should write it down. I could probably give it to you word for word.
I don't remember now exactly what she looked like.









