The Easel of Their Time
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Ongoing15m
Last published Mon, Dec 18, 2017
This is a fable. When referring to the painting, I'm talking about how Jim saw his life. As the story goes on, the painting of his clenched fists, mattered hair and stroppy face turns into a charming painting of a young boy, ready to embrace the life ahead of him.
I am writing as Jim's brother ,Derek, who begins to see the strokes changing. He certainly begins to sympathise with the way that Jim feels in his cage. Instead of throwing his brother behind, as well as his easel, he strides through the strokes and embraces brotherhood with his keen pal.
Before ,without knowing it, he was putting Jim in misery, but he soon turns this around. He stops getting his book caught in the line and brotherhood becomes a car ride together, releasing the past of failing to admit the truth to each other far away from the engine they needed now.
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