Come away with me.

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 Come away with me
She was looking at her book, her eyes still in full squint from the uproar of the sun. I lay down on my side, my head resting on my elbow, the sound of the waves a muffled echo. So close and still so very far she kept on reading, holding her left hand to her left cheek, the fingernail of her little finger pressed to her lower lip as though in confusion.
“Anna, darling, you’re dying here.”
She lifted her head, licking a finger before turning the page.
“Talk to me, Anna,” I said, resting my hand on the open book.
She laughed, turning her head around. “I have a family, Dan. Family and responsibilities, two words that your vocabulary seems to lack. I can’t just fly off with you and leave them with him. He’d just get in touch with my mother and you know how—“
“Listen,” I demurred, snapping her book closed.
I felt my lungs flip over as she sighed heavily, holding her head to her hands.
“I’m going to leave for Paris in three weeks. You have until then to decide. I have two tickets—“
“Daniel!”
“Let me say it!” I ran my hand through my hair, tucking at my sleeves. “I love you.”
She burst out laughing, shaking her head. “No you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
“No, Daniel.”
“Come away with me,” I pleaded, taking a hold of her hands. “Please. Let me save you.”
“Well someone’s acting like a bloody hero.”
“I’m serious.”
“As am I when I tell you not to break my family apart!” she said, holding her hand to her lips when noticing she’d raised her voice. “Just leave it, okay?” She looked away, her face suddenly lighting up. I turned my head to see her four-year-old son stumbling toward us with a bucketful of water in his arms, something shiny peeking from the side.
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”French photographer Henri Cartier Bresson once said, “In photography, the smallest thing can be a great subject. The little, human detail can become a Leitmotiv.” Google Image Search “Henri Cartier Bresson” and choose the first photo from the left in the second row. Write a fiction or non-fiction piece *inspired by* or *about* that photo. Your life or the life in the photo, your choice, just write what it inspires.”

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