by Sophia Macris
After lunch Lucy hiked us up the side of the cliff where, at the top, we posed for a tired, squinty picture. Back at the harbor, Nick bought a pair of fake Chanel sunglasses. He liked them. When we had walked off the ferry there was a photographer snapping tourist photos, but we didn’t notice him. On our way back, he had the photos up for sale, and there was one of Nick and me that I should have bought. We look like celebrities - I’m wearing white pants, a pink t-shirt, and a big white hat and sunglasses, and he’s wearing jeans and one of his tight thrift-store rock star t-shirts and we’re both turning away from the camera, walking together, looking like we belong.
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Sophia Macris, whose last piece was Untitled, is currently reading Stendhal, drinking Bianco, and staring at a picture postcard of Marlon Brando.