Invisible String

7

It was another day where the auction starts.

New faces showed up and some considered buying the art. As time flew by and his painting slowly dries, Lucian kept rephrasing his letter.

"Should I send it?" He asked himself.

After a month of being away. Lucian was finally home, things got different. He became busy as he become famous for his masterpiece.

Lucian even got to be the cover of a magazine.

"Sie haben das Gemälde der Dame immer noch nicht fertiggestellt?“ ("You still haven't finish the painting of the lady?")

He answered no.

"Warum?" (Why?) his mother asked.

"Es ist schwer, akribisch zu sein, ein bestimmtes Kunstwerk kostet Zeit, Geduld und Liebe für das, was man tut." He simply replied.("it is hard to be meticulous, a certain piece of art costs time, patience and love for what you are doing.")

Not even an hour later. He got a call from his friend saying there's a lot of tourist that wanted to watch a live painting in Lugern.

He arrived at Lake Lugern, with his materials including the painting of the lady.

Lucian placed everything he needed on the side and sat right in front of the canvas.

A lot of people as by him and some watches him paint.

He became part of the attraction and people comes to him and ask for sketch.

It was a good opportunity for him to be known. After he drew them, Lucian promotes his page and the exhibit of his artwork.

A sound of camera shutter caught his attention.

His hopes went to drainage when it was a male photographer.

Lucille got an email but she cant read it as she was going to an event where a company asked for a photobooth.

[Lucille]

"Stand closer." I told the first group to make them fit in the shot.

Some of them wearing funny wigs and shades. While the others wanted a normal shot with their friends.

My co-worker prints the photo and I put them in a paper frame waiting for the guests to take their pictures.

My phone buzzes and I look at the notification. It is from my boss. "You can have your day-off, Lucille. You did well."

My eyes grew from reading the text message. I re-read it one more time to make sure it was right. I jump from the excitement.

I look for further messages."Lucille, I wanted you to be my photographer for my son's first birthday."

She smiled at the message and she replied,"Sure. In switzerland?"

"Yes. We will pay for your ticket."

Now, Lucille can enjoy Switzerland unlike her first trip that is full of work.

She got home and packs her bag even though it is a 3-day trip.

It was 8 hour trip just like before.

The pre-boarding announcement echoes throughout the airport. After I got into immigration I stand waiting for other people to walk in Passenger Boarding Bridge.

When the plane was about to take off. An unmistakable feeling of comfort and ease covers my chest and body.

As I walk to the aisle looking for my designated seat.  I played my spotify and out in the earphones.

Bad was the blood of the song in the cab
On your first trip to LA
You ate at my favorite spot for dinner
Bold was the waitress on our three year trip
Getting lunch down by the lakes
She said I looked like an American singer

Time, mystical time
Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine
Were there clues I didn't see?
And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string
Tying you to me?
Ooh

I continue to answer some emails before the plan takes off.

Currently wondering around Les Breuleux.

I stopped and enter a shop. I bought two Richard Mille 07-01 in white and black.

As I am waiting for the watches to be ready. I read the english booklet I have with me.

"Beautiful is Schön"

I wrote down the things I've wanted to say and learn. Then left to make the remaining commisions that I have for the weekend.

I put more hair details to the painting. My secretary told me about the start of the auction. It was 14:00 and I look at the clock it is  13:50.

My food arrive as the flight attendant handed the person next to me a soup and fruit plate meal.

I am watching a movie called When Harry Met Sally.

Like timepiece in watches
But just like a compass,
Regardless of our circumstances,
Every direction leads me back to thee.

Like a paintbrush swifting
I believe in the red string,
String might stretch or tangle
It will never break you and me.

'Time, curious time
Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs
Were there clues I didn't see?
And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string
Tying you to me?'

I placed the written poetry next to her painting. The long line of people wanting to see is already starting to get more attention.

"We will start the auctioning of the three paintings in front. Starting from 200 Euros"

"300!" A lady started to bid. "500"

"700"

"1200"

As the bid started to get higher the people coming in doubles. "Final? 1200? Anyone?" The man announced.

The painting was bought by a couple and everybody claps for  them. "Our next auction is from Mr. Nikolai Hermann. His Art piece is called 'No time in London' the  historical landmark,  the Big Ben  where the clock seems to be missing as tourist forgot the time when they enjoy.

An old man bought the painting. It was Lucian's painting that is being auctioned.

Timing to the announcement of Lucian's Painting. A set of group manages to get in just in time for the biggest auction.

"Lets start with this small painting with fine detail of a woman standing and facing the Chapel."

It caught her eyes. Lucille recognized the painting as she reads the poem on the other side.

Her eyes began to look for a certain person. And when she found him, Lucian was already looking at her.

"400." Another man lifts a bidding paddle. "600." Unable to hear what others say Lucian manage to get close to Lucille.

It was like a dream for him. "Hi, Its been a while." He started. As her eyes twinkles "You can speak english now?" She asked.

"I can speak it even before." He laugh a little. Which shocked Lucille, "All this time? You make it hard for me!" She protested.