The Art Note

Fiona's Diary-The Last Entry

It was a cool Sunday morning, 9 am, and I was on the water tank of the biggest building in the whole town. I loved the view I got from there. My paint was scattered here and there, and my painting of a different version of the city was complete.

I closed my book to look at the cover. I felt as if I was glowing.

It was my pride. It had all the paintings of my imaginary word, which I had spent day and night to make. And now, it was complete! Exactly today, January 1st, and it was going to be published today! It feels so good to complete and publish it on the same day.

My first art book, 'Roses and Marigolds are not the only flowers', had taken 7 months to get published after it was completed. And my second one, 'The supernatural ones', had taken two months and was an amazing hit. The third, 'life on mars', took 3 months, but it was lost somewhere in a small crowd. This is my fourth art book, New World Order, and I feel this is the best.

I was hugging myself when I was rudely interrupted by a ferocious gust of wind. I looked up and realised that a storm was brewing. I can get a little carried off sometimes. I also realised that me and my painting stand were the tallest structures in town. If I got hit, I'd die, if my book got hit, I'd die. It would be a win-win for the storm if it got a little lucky. So I ran towards my bag, grabbed it, and ran towards my painting stand when a bolt of lightning erupted. I was thrown backward towards the edge. Wind was blowing and I was being pushed more and more... I ignored all that and ran towards my painting stand, packed everything and literally kept jumping, four or five steps at a time till I reached the ground floor.

When I reached there, I didn't stop, till a guard stopped me.

"The storm is too much ma'am. It is safe for you to stay here till it ends."

“Oh. .... Well, thank you."

I crossed over to the line of seats. There many other people already. I took out my book and something hit my mind.

My book. Was glistening. I could swear to god, that I'd seen it being hit by lightning. I stared at it, stunned. I blinked, rubbed my eyes, pinched myself, but the book was still there, so I crossed out dreaming, or hallucinating. I kept staring at it. Nothing else hit me. I decided in the end, that the lightning must have missed the stand. But there was something, I knew, for the book was shining, as if it was brand new, not like it was supposed to be, all ruffled up, and brown and yellow with lot of creases. I stayed there for an hour, then put my book back inside as I realised I was attracting attention, excused myself and was on my way home, without paying any heed to the slight rain and the really ferociously beating wind. It was a 5mins walk, but I was there in three.

"I'm home." I called to my mom.

The hall was small. But cute. A table and two chairs were the only furniture there. to the right end, the door leading to the kitchen. and to the left,the stairway that lead to my room.

"can I see your last painting?" my little sister was standing right in front of me, with a completely cute and 'please, please, please'  look on her face. She was wearing a small pink frock, and her neck length brown hair was tied up in a messy pony.

"Sure why not?"

I kept the book on the table.

"Wow, it's shiny! Did you take it to the laundry?"

Mom came out the kitchen with a small piece of cake.

"Here." she gave it to me, I munched it up. Mmm... Chocolate... How nice of her.

"I'm going to go get ready mom."

"For what fina?" My sis, well, doesn't get my name well.

"I was asked to show my book to the whole world. So I'm going to show it!" I bent down and poked her cheek. She giggled.