And they had been captured. The coral, the ashtray and the plate of marble. Smooth and rough, light and shade, textures and colours playing off each other. A button pressed, a photograph taken. She had wondered about them for a while, putting them in place. Clean lines, contrasting shapes; chaste, almost virginal appearances. Quite like her beloved. One who had been able to slice so perfectly and delicately through bread, chicken, tomatoes and her.