{"id":806,"date":"2010-09-04T09:01:00","date_gmt":"2010-09-04T09:01:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=806"},"modified":"2010-09-04T09:01:00","modified_gmt":"2010-09-04T09:01:00","slug":"new-flash-fiction-by-carmina-masoliver-marlow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/new-flash-fiction-by-carmina-masoliver-marlow\/","title":{"rendered":"New flash fiction by Carmina Masoliver-Marlow"},"content":{"rendered":"

Exposure<\/span>
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I keep scraps of memories in the form of gig tickets, dress labels, paper wristbands and stuff.  I sort through them every now and again and stick them in this book.  In doing this one day, I came across a photograph.  These days everything is digital and it\u2019s easy to forget photographs as they\u2019re always replaced by the latest ones and they all look the same anyway.  This photograph was special though; it was a Polaroid.  They want to change the name now, to rebrand it.  It makes me sad for some reason, and I guess it\u2019s kind of ironic, the timing, me finding this photograph.  It\u2019s like when you click the button and you wave the picture as the light hits the surface and you don\u2019t really know why you do it, but you think it will make it become clearer quicker.  It doesn\u2019t though, you have to wait.<\/span>
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Time is such an odd concept.  I don\u2019t think I understand it.  So much has changed since this photograph that I hardly recognise it.  You seem like a stranger now: you are a stranger now.  I used to be able to tell it was you from the back of your head, the way you moved your legs when walking, the movement of your hand, occasionally, as you would flick your hair out of your face.  I don\u2019t know who was to blame.  I blamed you for so long because you were the one that changed and I just stayed the same.  Now, after so long, I see it from the outside and maybe it wasn\u2019t your fault that you changed.  People grow apart.  It happens. Maybe it just wasn\u2019t anybody\u2019s fault.<\/span>
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It just frustrated me at the time.  We used to talk non-stop and be always laughing, always smiling, in between kisses.  It wasn\u2019t sudden, it kind of happened without us being aware.  Gradually we had less and less to say to one another.  We\u2019d ask how one another were, answered in single words and didn\u2019t even seem to care to ask for more.  I used to cry at night because I wanted it to go back to how it was.  It made me angry, so, we had to end.  I see that now.  I can smile at the photograph but I don\u2019t want to go back anymore.  I stuck it in my book and closed it shut.<\/span>



* Carmina Masoliver-Marlow<\/span> is UEA student from South West London and describes herself as somewhere between a page poet and performance poet. <\/span>www.myspace.com\/carminalittlesongs<\/a>
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Exposure I keep scraps of memories in the form of gig tickets, dress labels, paper wristbands and stuff.  I sort through them every now and again and stick them in this book.  In doing this one day, I came across a photograph.  These days everything is digital and it\u2019s easy to forget photographs as they\u2019re always […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-806","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/806","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=806"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/806\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=806"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=806"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=806"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}