He straightened his bow-tie for the umpteenth time as he stared into his own eyes in the mirror and took a drag from his cigarette. He lowered his eyes and felt his stomach tighten as he thought about leaving. Again.
He took another drag, looked out the window at the beach and thought about last night, sneaking into the hotel pool with whatshername. But, he couldn’t get distracted, it was time to leave. Again.
Hand-made collage. I use vintage magazines, cut and glued onto thick white paper, no photo-editing software is used.