Take My Picture

He puts pieces of me in everything he writes. It was subtle at first: this girl laughed the way I do, that girl said something I once said to him, another was from my hometown. I was flattered. He was placing snapshots of me in everything he created.

Now I'm the main character, not just background anymore. My secrets are in print, my flaws on display. Everything I whisper to him in the dark, every tale I tearfully tell�it's all fodder to him. Something to be used. Our relationship is like research. His writing has never been better.

I picture him at his desk, stabbing my stories out of the air and pinning me to the page, scaling me down into something he can manage.