He always had kept a place in his heart for the Impressionists. He and Karina would spend hours in the art museum, in love with each other, discussing Monet, or Cassatt. As he stood looking in through the glass of the gallery, on his way to the elevator, he smiled for the first time in months. It was a reproduction from Monet.
His mind drifted, and it was almost as if he could smell Karina’s hair, and they were at the museum again, he was that close to her. He imagined his nose buried in her long, blond, beautiful hair, and he was whispering sweet words into her ear.
Suddenly he shook it off, angry with himself for feeling. He headed for the elevator with determination in his step. But at the end of the day, he stopped by the gallery on the way out.
He looked at his watch, and realized they closed in ten minutes. Taking a step inside was one of the bravest things he had ever done. As he walked in he was amazed at the original work by local artists, the nature photography, and the reproductions. He was stunned, simply by the beauty of art.
And then he met her. “May I help you?” Her name tag said, “Mary”. Shocked, that someone had spoken to him, he stumbled over his words, and said, “No I was just looking.” He quickly walked out the door. He didn’t realize it, but a door was beginning to open. It was only a small opening, but some light was starting to get in……
To be continued.
Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
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