The Artist

Chapter 1:The Man with the Balloon

The old woman looked at the man sitting outside from the large window inside the library. What was he doing she thought. He must be crazy she said as she walked outside towards him. "Sir" she said to the man. He did not answer. "Sir?" She said again. The man still did not answer her. "Are you alright?" She reached out to gently tap the man on his shoulder, when he flinched. She hadn't even touched him yet and still he felt her presence there..moving towards him. "Why hello there" he exclaimed surprised to see the woman standing behind him. "Sir, you can not be here. Why, why are you here?"
The woman asked the man surprised when she got an answer of  "why not?" from him.
"Is there any particular reason you're standing all alone out here in the pouring rain?" She asked. The man seemed confused.
"Reason? Alone? R-rain?" This whole time the man hadn't even noticed that it was pouring rain and he was soaked in the tears of the gods. Nor did he realize the umbrella the woman was holding onto tightly in her right hand.
"There is art in that building, is there not?" Said the man.
"Why, yes?-"
The man cut her off " that is why I am here."
"Then shouldn't you be inside looking at the art?"
This woman has so many questions thought the man. "No." He responded . "I am simply here for inspiration. You see, I am an artist myself but am merely only looking for inspiration from the building not the art inside it, that is why I am alone and outside."
The woman was surprised. "What is your name?" She exclaimed.
The man was hesitated on his answer "..Bennie"
"Well, Mr. Bennie I have one last question for you."
"Oh? And what's that?"
"Why do you hold a balloon with you in this storm?"
The man laughed. "Haha this storm? Oh my dear, this is no storm. I hold this balloon with me to see how long it will stay there. I'm sorry, I did not catch your name?"
"That's not important sir. Never mind. Please, go about the rest of your day."
"Ma'am? Please?"
"...Chelsey. Good day Mr. Bennie"
"Good day Mrs. Chelsey"
The woman walked away. She was no longer interested in the man nor was she further interested in his weird ways of nature. The man smiled as he watched her walk away slightly mad at the answers she had received. He looked around and saw no one else on the streets. He looked up at the brilliant red balloon furiously blowing in the wind that had been brought with the rain. "Hm, looks like it's just you and me again." He said to the balloon. "Well, let's go home." When he turned around his eyes widened to see the most beautiful creature standing not too far from him looking the other direction. The wind started to pull the balloon tied to his wrist towards the creature but he resisted. "Ah, not today my friend." He exclaimed as if the balloon had a personality and would respond in such a manner. He turned away "home it is then" and proceeded to walk away in the opposite direction.