Emily
set out to work
almost as soon as she
got the owner's approval.
She laid down her
bags and cartons onto the ground
and stared up at the big white
wall that would act as her canvas.
Emily had never tried
wall painting.
It was always one thing
on her bucket list.
Maybe she was afraid she
would mess it all up.
But right now,
she was willing to try.
This was her last chance.
She couldn't let down
her mom, Gary, herself
and
most of all,
her father.
And so with a final
fleeting
wave of hesitance,
Emily ducked down to collect
the lavender can of spray paint.
She murmured
a few words of prayer
and looked up at the sky,
the day being too young
to produce any stars,
but she knew behind all
those clouds,
her dad would be there
somewhere.
"Be with me through this, daddy. Please."
And then she pressed down
on the nozzle and out came
the stream of paint,
drowning away the last
bit of her fear.
Emily had always
had a thing for colors.
How they were always
so pretty and vibrant.
She could smile even in the
hardest times with just
a shimmer of color.
And maybe that was why
Emily could never pick a favorite.
They were all
equally glorious.
One couldn't surpass the other.
All the colors were equal to her
eyes.
Colors brought life to her
dark world.
The ladder
casually leaning against
the straight walls
helped Emily get the
elevation she required.
And within a few hours,
the previously dull,
white walls of the diner,
were now bright with
a light shade of creamy lavender.
Emily planned on finishing the
background that day.
The next days
she would focus on the
stars.
And that would constitute the galaxy.
And finally there would
be an eye.
A magical eye that
opened into this sea of
galaxies.
A mundane girl's eye.
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The Galaxies Within
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