She’d pressured him into it, but he was helpless and he knew it.

The way she moved. The way she smiled at him. The way she brushed against him when nobody was around. The way her breath had tickled his neck as she had leaned in to whisper in his ear…

Focus. He had to focus.

He had to complete the task she had set him, otherwise she would be upset and he wouldn’t get his reward. She’d been dangling that carrot for weeks now. The present she had promised was the one thing Billy Warren had been wanting, been longing for.

He straightened his tie, licked his lips and knocked on the door.

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(This is a story based on an anonymous photo found in a junk shop, and should not be seen as a true reflection of this person’s life.)

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May’s Mass Observation Project is coming up, so take a photograph based that sums up the theme COLOUR to you, however you want to interpret it.

• Email the image to adayinphotographs@outlook.com by Thursday 30th April 2020.
• Images should be a maximum of 650 pixels wide.
• Include your name, website/blog address and a short note about the image, including where it was taken.
• Come back and see the results on Sunday 3rd May!

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