One minute she was in the studio, hands in her hair and back arched...
Then she wasn’t.
Blinking, Anne surveyed the landscape, stiletto heels sinking into the softer patches of dirt enough to make her wobble dangerously. With a quiet little squeak, she stepped out of them and stooped to pick them up. Letting them dangle from one hand, she tried to peer through the throng of people...
Two things happened as the man at the booth started speaking. First, she felt that familiar bloom of instinct in the pit of her stomach, the immediate and sudden knowledge of what was about to happen.
Second, she remembered not that she was naked, but that other people would find that upsetting.
Her free hand drifted up to the shoulder of the person passing in front of her. Without hesitation, she crowded them from behind, pressing close to use them as a human shield.
“Sorry—small case of nudity, and I don’t want to get arrested. Could I just hide here while we scoot up to get the stuff that nice man is talking about? Thank you, I so appreciate this...”
Anne Forsythe
Then she wasn’t.
Blinking, Anne surveyed the landscape, stiletto heels sinking into the softer patches of dirt enough to make her wobble dangerously. With a quiet little squeak, she stepped out of them and stooped to pick them up. Letting them dangle from one hand, she tried to peer through the throng of people...
Two things happened as the man at the booth started speaking. First, she felt that familiar bloom of instinct in the pit of her stomach, the immediate and sudden knowledge of what was about to happen.
Second, she remembered not that she was naked, but that other people would find that upsetting.
Her free hand drifted up to the shoulder of the person passing in front of her. Without hesitation, she crowded them from behind, pressing close to use them as a human shield.
“Sorry—small case of nudity, and I don’t want to get arrested. Could I just hide here while we scoot up to get the stuff that nice man is talking about? Thank you, I so appreciate this...”