My Day As a Photo Assistant

She was the most beautiful model in grayscale I’d ever seen. With a haughty smile, arrogant, a nineteen sixty-four queen. She had Jackie’s air about her, and it was majestic and fine. I wondered if her well-coiffured hair ever got a bit out of line? I was assigned to be the photographer’s assistant that day. We photographed her in every kind of insane, crazy way. I ran to get a fishbowl and plopped it on her startled head. The photographer gave me a look that told me I was dead. Wait! The designer said. She needs big puff balls for her ears. He took off the fish bowl, threw blobs in and quelled all my fears. The photographer rolled his eyes, but kept clicking away. A fishbowl on her head photo was the cover shot that darling May!