He enjoyed being a piece of stone. He refused to feel anything, and went to work each day, grateful for the routine, for something to do. No one knew who he was, or his background. Most didn’t even know his name. After Karina and the baby had died in the car accident, he had switched jobs, and he had instructed his new boss to never tell anyone. He made it clear he did not ever want hear, “I’m sorry to hear about what happened.”
So he faded very well, blended right in. All the friends they used to have, had been Karina’s, so it was easy to lose touch. He sold the house, moved into an apartment, went to work each day, enjoying the coldness of refusing to feel. It was safer.
He had stopped painting, and swore he would never paint again, because painting involved love, involved feeling emotions. He refused it every day. This went on for two years, until one day a small gallery opened up, on the ground floor of his office building.
It was the paintings that first caught his eye…….
To be continued.
Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
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