365 Ficlets – Day #25 ~ “Confidence…”

Mike looked again at the portfolio of pictures, trying to find some indication of the model’s character from a series of photographs that while accomplished felt cold and empty to him.

It was getting to a point where all he did towards his goals was look at modeling sites on the internet and then fail to contact any of the models who piqued his interest. He would find himself initially hooked by a look, or a face, or a body, only to find that he could not imagine the model’s personality, or that based on their pictures he didn’t like them.

He knew that he had to get over this blank spot, that none of the models that he was dismissing so easily were actually bad or shallow people. Hell he had friends that also modeled and they were friendly, cool, creative people. There was just something slightly seedy and at the same time artificial about ‘choosing’ someone to shoot from a series of pictures on an internet site. It felt just one step away from picking a hooker and he did not relish that prospect any more.

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365 Ficlets – Day #24 ~ “Fag Break”

Stuart lit his cigarette and peered out into the gloomy drizzle that was falling outside the shop. As usual, he was killing time until Felix arrived and he could go and buy some lunch. Monday was never a busy day for them. He had tried to make the argument that they should just not bother opening on Monday, because no one was going to buy enough DJ gear to make it worth their while, but Bob did not like the idea of missing those one or two sales that sometimes just wander in. Besides he like being the owner of the only DJ shop in the West End that was open seven days a week.

Stuart took another deep drag and tried to focus on how much he was enjoying the smoke and not on how bored he was with what he had originally thought would be a great job. As a middle-weight DJ he made some money on the weekends doing early sets at the smaller clubs, but not enough to live on. When Felix had told him that Bob was looking for another shop-hand who knew his stuff it seemed more attractive than carrying on as postie.

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365 Ficlets – Day #23 ~ “Office Politics”

Naomi stared down at the coffee that she had been stirring for far too long at this point. She let go of the spoon and it clattered around the rim of the mug for a moment and then came to rest like a skiff-poll in a muddy river.

Peter had no right to talk to her that way, but how was she going to confront the ‘little incident’ that they had just had without looking like the token woman in the development office that she had often felt that she indeed was? He knew nothing about her life, he had no right to publicly interpret her good mood as having ‘gotten good and fucked’ over the weekend. She had no desire to answer his question, but more importantly she wanted and needed to stomp on the conversation that was now happening back at their little cubicle island whilst she made herself a coffee. She had heard this conversation about male colleagues; “I bet she was fugly” or “It doesn’t count with hookers…”, and registered her displeasure about that talk at work. Now it was about her and she was very angry.

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