Surprises part 6 -- Obsessive Endeavors from The Chair

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Date Posted: 21:35:39 06/02/02 Sun
Author: SirensSong
Subject: Surprises part 6
In reply to: SirensSong 's message, "Surprises" on 21:21:03 06/02/02 Sun

A few hours later, you awaken. Blinking sleepily, you shift onto your right side, curling up tightly in the blanket... Wait a minute! Your eyes fly open. You didn't bring a blanket out here with you. You sit up. You're covered with a soft gray flannel blanket that definitely wasn't there when you went to sleep. The only thing you can think of is that you really did sense someone nearby. And after you fell asleep, they brought out the blanket. You smile, and go to stand up. And stop, staring at the floor of your balcony. It's covered in roses, of various colors. But covered it is. You gasp in surprise, leaning down to pick up a cream and pink flower. A pleased, though somewhat bewildered smile blossoms on your face. You lift the rose to your face, and breathe in its perfume.

Still smiling, you get to your feet, and carefully pick your way through the carpeting of roses. The air is infused with their scent, and it's a wonderful change. You enter your apartment, and see a bouquet of roses on the kitchen counter. You go over, and notice a small envelope. You pluck it from among the stems. Gently tearing the envelope open, you remove the small card from it.

"Metropolitan Museum of Art - 4 P.M" you read aloud to yourself. "The Egyptian Art exhibit." You raise an eyebrow, and set the rose and card down on the counter. Surprising and unexpected. The card is typed, so you can't use that as any hint as to who it might be (even though you think you have an inkling, but you aren't going to assume anything).

You slip into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, you quickly unclothe and slip under the hot spray of water. You close your eyes and let the hot water pour over your head. After a while, you exit the shower, slipping on jeans and a blue sleeveless hooded shirt. You pull your hair back in a French braid, and pull on a pair of knee high boots. A bit of lilac perfume, and you're ready to go. Grabbing your jacket, and tucking the card in your pocket, you leave...

You step out into the brilliant sunshine, jogging down the steps of your apartment. You stroll down the sidewalk, not having any real destination, just enjoying the absolutely beautiful day. It's perfect, with clear blue skies, and a warm breeze blowing.

You aren't in any hurry, so you meander a path through the city. Walking is one thing you always try to do as much as possible. Especially on days like today. You decide to paint the morning sky tomorrow. Just because. You're glad that you can still paint for leisure, as well as profit. You think back to a time when you were just in college, a hopeful artist with a suitcase full of dreams. I will never paint for just profit. If I can't find joy in it, and it's merely money, then I don't want it. If that happens I will quit. Leave my easel behind... Your words still ring in your ears. You will keep that promise you made even now. Art is your passion, and you'll be damned if money will ruin it for you.

You grin. You can remember that day like it was yesterday. The day after the big art show. The first time anyone, especially an art critic, had made a comment on your work. The first time anyone had said you had promise. That was when you had made the vow to yourself. And look where I am now.

Moving out of the shadow of memory, you jog across the street. As you reach the curb, you pause, and glance around. You could have sworn you just saw a flash of black out of the corner of your eye. Weird... There is no one anywhere around you dressed in black. Maybe you're just seeing things. Shrugging, you continue on your way.

Your cell phone rings. You pull it out of your pocket and flip it open.

"Hello?"

"Hey, you!"

You grin at the voice on the other end.

"Hi Jake. What's up?"

"I was hoping you'd meet me later for a little pool. I still need to win back my fifty bucks."

"You can try, at least."

"Hey! I could kick your ass at pool, if I wanted to!"

"RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTT."

"So you will?"

"Sure. What time?"

"How about... eightish?"

"Sounds good. See you then!"

"Later."

He hangs up. You laugh, and hang up as well, returning your cell phone to your pocket. You're looking forward to it. Jake has got to be one of your best friends in New York. And besides, it's always fun trouncing him at pool. Sure, once or twice he manages to beat you, but it doesn't happen THAT often. You grin again, and stroll down the sidewalk...

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Replies:

Surprises part 7 -- SirensSong, 21:43:25 06/02/02 Sun

Re: Surprises part 7 -- miculawitch, 13:40:25 07/13/02 Sat