Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Eighty-Five

He must have said smile, because she was immortalised forever doing just that, seventeen years old and mugging away like an idiot. She hated that picture like poison, and if she had been able to destroy it.

But she couldn’t. 

Wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t for the fragging Internet. Fifty years later, her young face fronted a campaign for the equality of the differently able. 

The elderly photographer was lionised. Became famous. Wealthy. Was spoken of as a genius and a man of the people.

What the old woman in the wheelchair thought nobody bothered to ask…

©️jj 2018

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