Kelly Tillyer

I walked down the steps with my book. Cigarette smoke engulfed my nostrils and the bakery across the street was brewing coffee. The air was musty and dark. “Emma! Emma come back!” I read. This book was very good and I was profoundly engulfed. The tinker of a bike trickled down the street. It was probably my neighbor Robert. He bikes every day when the sun rises behind the town buildings.

• Photographic Styling