But try not to mix too many metaphors.”“OK. Anyway, I was looking at Williams’ old book Television [1974]. He says [she read] ‘The photograph ...s in one sense a popular extension of the portrait’. But that’s only true in a very limited sense. I think people in general took far more photos of places – houses, trees, mountains – than of people. Think of post cards. People go to the shore or to a park and buy pictures of the area, not of other people in the area. And while there are lots of. "Lilly hung her head and a tear trickled down her face."I'm Lilly, and I'm English, too. The girl I killed was called Martha, from New York, and was my best friend. I don't suppose you understand, but I had to do it. She told me to kill her before the fight. It was a death fight - like in the arena in ancient Rome! But when it came to it she fought hard to live and to beat me. I've had more bad times than I care to think about in these past two years, but that was easily the worst! Please. She thought he might actually take it easy on her since he was being so nice. She tries to scream, but it is just a muffled nothingness. A red mark in the shape of the crop glows bright red against her pale cheek. “One,” is all he says.After the initial shock, she can feel a wetness forming on her lower lips again. SMACK the second swat jolts her again. This time she does better at stifling her scream as a twin red mark shines on her opposite cheek this time. Unconsciously, she begins rubbing. I then put on my bikini top and made sure I adjusted it to cover the red welt left by Johns rough fingers and walked downstairs. John had his back to me in the kitchen and my eyes wanders to the knife block which sat close to him on the kitchen surface. Could I make it to the knife block before he turned around? Would I be able to stab someone? If I missed, or didnt manage to kill him, what would he do? I realised I had stopped still, staring, when John turned round. His voice, because Mum was.