For Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt.
photo by Egor Vikhrev via Unsplash
She had always dreamed of fame, being featured in magazines, seeing her face on the front covers, and wherever she went she behaved as though she was surrounded by press photographers.
She never just bought a sandwich or waited for a train, she posed, hoping that someone would notice, which is what she was dreaming of—a photo shoot for Rankin—while she stretched out her long legs over the platform edge.
She did make the front page in the end, but not in the way she intended, when the High Barnet train shot out of the tunnel and swept her away.