during art club
i worked on my school practical
and Midori drew in a sketchbook.
i focussed on the hair of my portrait
allowing thick brushstrokes of warm brown
to wash against the page
applying water to form the highlights
watching as a fiery mane of hair formed before my eyes
flowing into the background and past the borders of the paper
beyond my reach.
it was only when Midori placed a hand on my shoulder that i realised
i was completely lost in my painting.
"you okay?"
her eyes held concern in them
studying my face.
i nodded.
i knew she didn't believe me though
even when she returned to her drawing of a dragon
and started shading its eyes carefully
the dragon staring at me from its home on the page.
i put down my paintbrush
and let out a sigh.
"who is it?"
she asked.
without taking my eyes off the image in front of me
i answered,
"my mother."
YOU ARE READING
Through Viridian Seas
Short Story❝ the world has taken away who i really am. who i want to be. ❞ in which loneliness is washed away by a sea of blue-green beauty. ❄girlxgirl❄a cellphone novel❄complete❄ #152 in short story | 28/7/17 © 2017 salmonskinroll written 21/5 to 27/7/17
