"It's almost like you need to be an expert on everything you see." These words came from Adonis. He was the single father of Ben, six foot one with statue facial features, and a head of slightly messy chocolate brown hair. Not to mention a paint can filled with inspiration on what to paint.
"That doesn't sound like a bad idea." Responded Ben, who was the smaller version of Adonis, but with softened facial features. This considering his age of 15 compared to 43.
"What use is there on being a grass expert?"
"You do have a point there..."
The two usually did this. They would travel to Greenland hill, which was basically the biggest hill that looked down on the tiny town below them. Adonis would set up his paints and easel and simply get to work on his brush work. Ben however would simply wonder about leaving his father alone while he looked at everything to be had.
"What do you see over there Ben?"
" Nothing but verdant grass and a ladybug sitting on one little blade,"
"Can you explain what you see?"
"Yeah, sure." Ben repositioned himself to be belly down with looking at the insect. "I see the blade of grass, a fairly thick piece in my opinion. Then the bug, sitting on the edge and minding its own business." Adonis was packing up his easel quietly as Ben wandered with words. "The little black head and spots of the bug are the smallest drops of ink, and it's crimson body contrasts with what's the-"
Ben was cut off by his father rolling him down the hill with him in close pursuit to torment his son.
"Dad!" But the only sound coming from his father was laughter with pure joy, and his voice in between laughs.
"Stop looking at everything and feel what you've been exchanging looks with!"
"Stop pushing me!"
"Is 'No' an option?"
Ben was pushed into temptation and started enjoying the messing around between him and his father, and Adonis was feeling quite content with himself in return.
The two continued for what was almost eternity, and a spark a happiness was created between the two.
No sooner than tomorrow would Bens mind return to what was in that alcove.
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A Portrait of the Past-
RomanceThere was that alcove Ben laid eyes upon again, It was in the attic of his fathers house just waiting to be be explored and rummaged in. He'll take it upon himself to see what was hidden. Ben will figure the history that was his father Adonis and h...
