Noon, the hour with no shadow, when light falls from directly above and there is nowhere to hide. She is... Read More
Noon, the hour with no shadow, when light falls from directly above and there is nowhere to hide. She is in full exposure: face thrown back, hair flung wide, the yellow dress and the golden field behind her collapsing into a single burning plane. The red sunglasses are the only shield, and they are deliberately not enough. White flecks across the surface, light fractured into something that shudders with heat, make this not summer leisure but a body choosing, consciously, to be consumed.