Pepita Gonzalez lied to 20 million girls, women and too-curious men every day. It was okay because she lied to herself too, and she got paid to do it.
It was 2:15 in the morning and Pepita stared at her desktop, guzzling her coffee and savoring the remaining moments of sanity before the emails would start pouring in.
This week, her desktop featured a tornado, the funnel looming over the photographer like a drunk, abusive parent. Pepita heard that the photographer, who died moments after snapping the picture, had dreamed of becoming famous for his weather photography. His tragically romantic death resulted in his dream coming true.
Pepita loved this story, even though she knew it was partially untrue.
Around the tornado curled a picket fence, like white railroad tracks navigating through the debris. It had been taken directly from a video game ad that Pepita’s design agency had designed.
Still, she told the story of the twister’s photographer to her friends. Just because the fence wasn’t real didn’t mean the story was false. To her, it was like a movie: just because the characters were fake didn’t mean she couldn’t feel the emotions of the story.
An incoming email made the inbox flash at the bottom of the funnel cloud. Then there were three new emails. Four. Pepita clicked open her mailbox, covering up the twister.
There were six high-priority emails, each with a single attachment: a high-res photo of a gorgeous underwear model. Gorgeous, covered with acne and moles, staring with vacant eyes and posing with protruding ribs. Pepita had a lot of work to do…
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Yeah, Lynci, this is an edit of the first draft - the previous one was a little meandering and unfocused… more of an exercise… and this one was rewritten to focus more on a point.
It feels more like a short-story to me, than a full story… but now that I think about it, I could develop her character and throw in some conflict. I mean, she totally broke the law, sending out the pics before retouching them… what would happen if she got caught? Or worse, what if the designer sent the wrong files to the printers, and all of the finals ended up in the magazines and the billboards? Hmmmmm…. Possibilities….