Priscilla Mainardi’s “Stop Motion” appears in Toad the Journal.
“Harley paced around the room looking at earlier pictures of her, still some of the best pictures he had ever taken: watching the burning building, riding her bike down Beacon Street with the trolley a blur behind her, lounging on his bed naked. She was a good model, had opened herself up readily. . . . But the images were flat, didn’t hint at the secret of how she did it. Perhaps it was because her fearlessness was a lack of something, and he couldn’t take a picture of something that wasn’t there. Could he?”