Noosh Powell

Leaning against the garage door, he watched her. Her ruffled hair, sweat trickling from her hairline. Even the way she let her cigarette hang loosely from her lips; he thought was beautiful. She arose from the front tyre, putting the soaked sponge across the bonnet. She smiled the glistening smile he fell in love with sixteen years before. The smile that now filled him with guilt. “You’re back early?” she quizzed. “I thought you said you’d be ages!” Another lie. How many more? How many more years of her precious time could he waste? Today was the day. Today he would tell her. Today, he would set them both free. But not before one last kiss…

Seed by Noosh Powell. Image by Ulfe Leide.

Inspired by this project? Showcase projects you’ve worked on and inspire other people.

One image, three seeds. Every story starts small.
Accounts Payable