#FiveSentenceFiction: Desolate

"Victor, I'm twenty six. That's a hundred and five in model years." ~ Bret Easton Ellis: Glamorama  They'd cut her last shoot down from one hour to forty minutes, an ominous sign. As she walked into the studio she saw the usual lineup of girls waiting, very young - younger than ever she thought - … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Desolate