A long slow sigh escapes him as he makes his way across the cluttered room to his chair. He sits, staring at the draped easel—maybe for a moment too long--before reaching down to his brush holder. He picks up several, thumbing the bristles with the lightest touch, before selecting the one with a blunt tip and wide swath. Carefully, gently, he dabs it against the palette, choosing the present, a bold opening stroke needed to form his tomorrow. He throws back the tarp, but, alas, there is nowhere left to paint, as yesterday already fills the canvas.
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Mike Borjon
28/7/2018 09:38:38 pm
Great Story Jim!!!
Jim Bartlett
28/7/2018 10:26:07 pm
Thanks for the read and comments, Mike!!
Linda Doty
29/7/2018 05:24:06 am
Nice little read,Jim.Good job.
Jim Bartlett
29/7/2018 05:47:15 am
Thanks Linda!!
Carol
29/7/2018 12:22:37 pm
Very Zen......I like that.. A lot of depth and insight in so few words......I like that too.
Jim Bartlett
29/7/2018 03:11:59 pm
Thanks for the read and comments Carol!!
Tom
30/7/2018 07:13:24 pm
Short but powerful.
Jim Bartlett
30/7/2018 08:39:39 pm
Thanks for the read and kind comments, Tom Comments are closed.
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