Deserted Masterpiece. She put a drop of cognac in a teacup, placed the bottle back on a glass shelf, turned her head slightly, as if listening to a bell from a chapel, reached again for the bottle and filled the cup. Her eyes glistened in light that reflected from a dim, rainy day sun, through multi-faceted beveled edges of the window. The room was pink and dark. Her thin fingers rubbed the rim of the small, delicate tea cup's gold rim. She felt the lovely curves of the cup's shapely, porcelain body. It was an heirloom. From Grandmother. She tried not to think or feel. A wave of gentle, calm sadness drifted over her like a shadow from clouds in a stormy sky. She sipped. She stared at the lush green foliage that led up the path, to a wood arch that framed the gate in the front yard. It was painted lavendar and she noticed that the corners were beginning to fade and peel after the rain the week before. Her hand trembled slightly with memories of the flooding landscape. When would he return? And was she to blame?
9 Comments
Joke Schotting 27 Jan 2008
Wonderful work John!!Visionary Imagist 26 Jan 2008
John; Love your style. i am a fan of your art and words.Hui Zhu 23 Jan 2008
great master piece o.O !!!Jerry 22 Jan 2008
Wonderful impression!Alberto D'Assumpcao 22 Jan 2008
Excellent again, John!mel taylor 21 Jan 2008
Love this piece, John! It takes a moment before one sees the face! meljamie winter 21 Jan 2008
your art is fantastic and your writting is greatDelores Knowles 21 Jan 2008
Beautiful. Just splendid! Enjoy so much reading your descriptive stories.annette steens 21 Jan 2008
magical art john!