Thomas shook his head.
“Not right now,” he said.
It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the gesture from her – the painting; it was more that he didn’t think he was ready for it. He knew that he would have to accept the reality of what was happening and not get himself sucked into the falseness of this painting. The only time she had seen him was when he was on his death bed. He was grateful that she had captured his life and accentuated it tenfold but he didn’t want to see it much at the moment.
And in that moment, no sooner had she spoke and as soon as his mouth opened had all happiness once again leapt from his body and vanish into oblivion. He was once again confronted with the reality of it all.
His father was dead and no amount of paint could fix that.
His small smile faded and he spoke, a lot quieter this time with a tone that was almost pleading for help, “What do I do?”
“Not right now,” he said.
It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the gesture from her – the painting; it was more that he didn’t think he was ready for it. He knew that he would have to accept the reality of what was happening and not get himself sucked into the falseness of this painting. The only time she had seen him was when he was on his death bed. He was grateful that she had captured his life and accentuated it tenfold but he didn’t want to see it much at the moment.
And in that moment, no sooner had she spoke and as soon as his mouth opened had all happiness once again leapt from his body and vanish into oblivion. He was once again confronted with the reality of it all.
His father was dead and no amount of paint could fix that.
His small smile faded and he spoke, a lot quieter this time with a tone that was almost pleading for help, “What do I do?”