The U Turn 01:21

No, things became dynamic across the streets. The conversation splintered, maybe because of the way her mind worked, or maybe because someone also had a natural inclination and had noted it in her, too and decided to bet on it (for, or against?).

A sort of ventriloquism of Things began. Of Things. Not people.

It was the way the taxicab passed certain signs and billboards. Marquees would read Stock Needed, and in her conscious she registered "royalty free photography, please." Musta been the graphic training in her and lack of prurience that took no perverse in the registry, just the face value, that inspiration pieces were needed somewhere in the Universe, and if there was need, she could, if she wanted, fill it. Easily.

And she answered, by email in the back of the cab, sending a bewildered recipient some well cropped images with the notation, "all photos mine, use as you wish." Animalia, work tools, fragmented portraits, hands because she remembered vaguely that hands and feet were specifically requested.

She could even now feel him shaking his head and clucking his tongue at one so... so errantly programmable. He shook his head, but grinned, nevertheless.

It's like she's something of mind, but somehow lost.