short

Jack-knife

As the bus slowly found its way through the busy city trafic, Mrs. Davis glanced at her fellow travelers and smiled inwardly. Sitting there in her grey raincoat, with her handbag in her lap and her brown hat on her grey coiffure she mused how none of them could have the slightest idea of what she would be looking like one hour from now.

Come to think of it, she didn't either, frankly. She never knew exactly what Gerald had in store for her. And on top of that things were going to be different: she would be working with another model. For the first time! She felt a little anxious.

But she needn't have to. Her co-star, who introduced herself as Esmee Gonzales, turned out to be friendly and cheerful, and Mrs. Davis liked her instantly. Mrs. Gonzales was in her early sixties, like herself and within five minutes they were exchanging stories about their children and grandchildren.

After having served tea, Gerald joined them. He told them how hard it had been to find a second model. He had been looking for someone of the same height as Mrs. Davis, and the exact same weight. And the same age even. It all played into the shoot, he explained, assuring them they would understand it when they would start. He stood up and cleaned the table, as the women started to undress.

Continue reading

A woman scorned

At 10.30 PM her phone rang. It was Abbey.

"Hi, you need to get over here right away! I've created something great for our shoots. Our subscribers are going to love it! Oh, and wear something you can easily slip out of. See you!"

Fourty minutes later Sabrina arrived at the old decaid mansion they used as their studio. She knocked on the door using their signal: one knock-three fast knocks and another one. Immediately, Abbey opened the door. She was holding a flash light, and she was already naked. She seemed excited as she gestured for friend to quickly enter the dimlit hall.

"It's in the basement! Come and have look. You know that empty old closet down there? I have turned it into a mini stage!"

Sabrina followed Abbey down the broad stairs down to the cellars, with her eyes focused on the swaying shinings of the flash light. After reaching the bottom of the stairs, they entered the maze of cellars that formed the enormous basement underneath the ruined house.

"I have removed the door, painted the walls and put in a new cemented floor. Come on, you'll love it!"

Continue reading

The presentation

As Susan had finished the silence in the teacher's room made her feel vulnerable, as if she had touched upon something inappropriate.

"Frankly, I don't see how we could deny him the right to express his identity in this way:
we are talking twelfth grade here, after all..."

Ewan, from geography.

"No, of course not. It's just the way he has asked me to part take in his presentation... You can't blame me for having some reservations, can you?"

"Yes, in fact we can!"

Continue reading

The false experiment

The test situation consisted of a large wooden box with hinges, mounted on an upright. When opened it showed two cut away parts at the bottom, which formed a circular opening as it was closed. The setup was completed by a wooden block to sit on. There were several lying around of different sizes, to accommodate each and every next test person.

When the heavy wooden box was closed shut it locked out all sound. With her upper body encaged in it, the test person would only experience total silence and darkness for the first five minutes. After that a dim light would shine from the inside top of the box. There would be a soft humming sound and in front of her several small digital screenes would spring to life.

Continue reading