Calyxala was an award winning photographer, her pictures always in b&w, sepia, or shades of brown – she kept her colourblindness a secret.

So when Maxie invited her for the weekend at his new digs in some recently renovated industrial spaces – she envisioned great sex and interesting architectural photography.

But the townhouses were not numbered yet, and Maxie’s “3rd mauve on the right one” did not constitute directions for her; “Help” she texted.

Composed for Three Line Tales hosted by Sonya at only 100 words; photo by Dmitri Popov via Unsplash


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