Twisted

Spark

On 19 June,2022

You feel great when you touch your success, but there is no one you can share it with. Actually, I never shared my failures or successes with anyone. I don't know if it sounds terrible, but it is my life and I don't have the urge to change it.

I stopped reading when my coffee arrived. A man presented it to me. He grinned.

"Are you new here?" I closed my book and looked at him. He was a redhead with freckles, tall, and attractive. He seems friendly.

"Yup! It's my second day in New York" I tried to be friendly and make friends. It's something hard, but I'd try.

"Cool! I hope you like New York." I nodded with the same nervy smile.

Before he can go and I can calmly enjoy my coffee, he spits something unexpected out.

"If you like, I can take you on a tour of the city."

"Ooh! Umm... I have work and I'm not an outgoing person, thanks." He raised his eyebrows with no anger; he was just smiling.

"Well, enjoy your coffee.See ya" He spilled those words out, then quickly left to take other orders.

I think I should've said it in a more friendly way!

                                 ————————

I was walking in a hurry; I'm already late like usual.

I came into the gallery; it's too crowded.

I'm trying to calm myself down because it's my first day and I'm afraid to screw this up.

I noticed a spot most of the visitors set up in. I tried to make my way to wherever they were watching, and I found my paint!

They were admiring my painting. My own paint, I looked at their faces, and I found them focused on the mystery and secrets inside the paint. That is what I really like—to not take it as a silly idea but to take it as a passion, as a goal, as a reason to do the right thing in your life.

"Who is Helen Hudson?" A stranger asked Antoine, who recently walked in front of us. My name is written in front of it.

Antoine had a disgusted look on his face.

"This is Helen Hudson," he said with a croissant accent; he spelled my name. He raised his finger towards me, and I felt all eyes fall on me.

I swallowed; I feel not good right now! I'm overwhelmed by all these eyes on me.

Antione gave me a sarcastic smile and rolled his eyes, leaving me drowning in words.

"Are you new here?" A stranger asked.

"What's your inspiration?" Another freaky stranger asked.

"What does this paint mean?" Another one asked.

They are all showering me with questions, and I should answer them if I really want to reach my goal.

"Yeah, I'm new here," I answered with a shaky voice and a perplexed face.

They all are staring at me; I will fall in any minute.

God save me!!

"Girll! I've been searching for you all over the place. Sorry guys. I'll kidnap your beautiful painter for a minute."

Roman, the lifesaver

I cannot catch my breath; I feel dizzy and unstable.

"Are you okay?" Roman pronounced those words quietly without making anyone hear him.