Portrait in Flux

Chin

up. Lovely. A little less… pond.

Nice jacket. Who’s

in it?

Again.

Too smooth.

Again.

Too strange.

Keep the eyes—

you’ve changed the eyes.

We’ve kept your essence.

We’ve improved the rest.

Doesn’t look— doesn’t look—

like me.

Please retain the creature.

Leave a little weather in.

Something living underneath the grin.

Who’s that, then?

He looks like he’d sack me.

Same eyes.

Strange light.

There I am.

Not quite.

Perfect.

Hold still.

He’s gone