The Compromising Picture
Fiction
edward w pritchard
He had been beat up pretty good, but had been out-numbered and gave a pretty good account of him self in the fight he thought. Lifting his right arm with considerable pain, he took the compromising picture of her from his shirt pocket and it gave it to her.
The damage was done, things would never be the same, and getting the picture back was a hollow victory since the picture was all over the Internet and could be copied forever by anyone. Still there was a certain symmetry and coherence in getting the original picture back.
Things had changed irreparably. No matter what the picture she would always be the shy young woman in the white flaxen dress she had designed and sewn herself in his eyes.
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