Can a promise made over a century ago still be fulfilled in today's modern world that is now ruled by lust, greed, cheap thrills and meaningless sex ??
Read to find out.
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May 10th 2023
Location; Society Hill, PA
Silvester's dark brown optics dance along the black business card outlined in red then at the out of country number. He pulls his bottom lip between his ivory teeth in deep thought. As stated, it was an offer he could not turn down. However; that's exactly what he did. He hated that he had to do it but the morals he set for himself reminded him that it was for the better.
He vowed to himself that he was going to remain anonymous when he tapped into his passion and no amount of money was going change his mind.
Still, it was an offer that had him question it for a split second.
The money he made now allowed him to live his life in comfort. Travel when he pleased and purchase anything of his desire. He was flourishing while being concealed which was fine by him.
So why be avaricious when all your needs are met?
He tears the card, discards it's pieces into his trashcan then lets his feet guide him down the hall of his home until he reaches his bedroom where he removes his dress attire from his long day. He replaces it with a pair of sweatpants along with a shirt he didn't mind ruining since he planned to spend part of his evening painting.
Walking over to his custom made wood carved jewelry box that held a variety of Rolex watches and a few from Panerai; he removes his current watch and stores it away then does the same with his diamond tennis bracelet.
Afterwards he removes the key from a secret compartment and exits his room towards his private art room. Once in front of it, his optics trail down the door towards the padlock he had installed as a way to protect his art. The pungent turpentine-like oder hits his nostrils when he steps foot into his favorite room, optics looking over all his art pieces. Some finished while others he was in the process of completing. He shuts the door behind him then slips the key in his pocket, sauntering towards one of his tables that held most of his acrylic paints, brushes along with a couple of rags. He takes his time in picking out his colors of choice before grabbing one of his unfinished canvases.
He lays it on one of his tarps and glances over it, trying to remember the exact brushes he needed to finish the masterpiece that had been heavy on his mind lately. Getting glimpses and pieces of how he wanted the painting to look thanks to the many dreams he had of it. So far he had completed the the outline and a portion of the mystery woman from his dreams body, all that was left was her face however; he had yet see it due to waking up right before getting a glimpse of it.
Something that had become a reoccurrence over the last two years.
Bottom lip tucked, he glances along the canvas trying to see what he could add in the meantime since her face was still a mystery. He settles for her down turned lips, the only feature he was able to decipher before being pulled from the astral realm back to his waking state.
