Spectator - Excerpt

As Mara passes through one of the Greek sculpture halls, she notices a young man, a camera around his neck, leaning against the base of a statue of a young boy. Lithe, which short, curly hair, he resembles a satyr. He catches her eye, and she quickly turns away to study a wounded Amazon, a gash in her marble breast. Hoping that the man will not come after her, she walks slowly into the next gallery.

In the room's center, light slanting in from the high windows, surrounded by potted plants, a monumental Aphrodite stands on an elevated platform, her arms broken off at the shoulders, her plump belly shadowing her navel. Mara hears a click behind her and glances around. His back toward her, facing a frieze of a battled scene, the man with the camera stands a few feet away. He is motionless, his hands in his pockets. She does not see him again that afternoon; except, as she is leaving, she thinks that she sees him peek out from behind a sarcophagus.