The art wasn't just art, as I soon begin to realize. She worked in different little details. Like the numbers on the mailbox of her house or the little black dot on Zeus's nose. I've noticed when she paints or draws something, she might hide a word in there, or a symbol.
She painted a sunset outside of a tall window once. In the corner, she drew a little "M", with the McDonald's golden arches. I think she must have seen that sunset outside of the restaurant's window.
Some of them were even more interesting to figure out. Like how she never really draws people, but when she drew the beach once, there were people in the distance. In one of the waves, there was a family, but they were too far away to tell any details on. But off to the side, there was someone standing alone. Maybe she meant something by that. Or maybe I was just imagining.
YOU ARE READING
60 Days of Salt and Sand
Short StoryBeing published September 10th! "She wasn't floating when I found her. She wasn't exactly sinking, either... Just still. Deadly still. At least, I thought she was dead. But then I felt a pulse. And that was enough to get me to fight for her.'
