The colors didn’t look right to her, for some reason, the way they flew at her eyes, from canvas. What was going on, she thought. There was no emotion. So she added more black, which she rarely did. This was a forest portrait, motivated by something she saw in Montana, when she visited her uncle, years ago. But why black, she thought. It added emotion– “No, curiosity,” she thought.
Kelly took a break, poured herself another cup of that Somalian Roast, bought the other day from the indie shop down the block. She looked at the paint, still wait, barely progressed in dry, thinking to herself, “Would I buy this?”
“Sure,” she thought.
So she sipped again, imagining someone reaching for their wallet.