Part 6
"Sure Paul"
He looked at me for a brief moment and then back to the ground.
"How was the operation? Can you move around?"
"It still hurts a bit, but yeah i can move"
There was a moment of silence between us.
"Can you come over to my place for a few minutes?"
I looked at him shocked at the question.
"Yeah, just gimme a sec and ill meet you over there?"
"Ok, just come round to my shed. you can come in..."
with that, he left and i went inside, told mum i was going..... she gave me a lecture on taking it easy.
I went to his house and hesitantly made my way around the back. I saw the shed and noticed the door was open. I walked in and there he was, infront of an esel with a paint brush in his hand. On the canvas i noticed a painting of a young girl on crutches, it was me.
"Paul?"
"I did this for you, kind of a memory of the operation. and to say im sorry for yelling at you like that"
"Paul i... i dont know...what.. "
"Dont say anything, you dont have to"
"Im sorry i just walked in. i shouldnt have"
"Thats right, you shouldnt have... but i didnt have to yell at you... its just that i... dont let anyone see my paintings... not even my mum"
"But why? they're fantastic...."
"I guess they always embarassed me... i dunno"
I didnt really know what to say. his art work took my breath away.
"I actually feel pretty good now that someone has seen it. You can, come round whenever you like.. if you want"
"Ok, i will" i said and smiled at him. I looked at the painting of me and couldnt help but laugh to myself. I looked pitiful on the crutches. I sat down on an old torn couch and watched him paint. It was really relaxing, and interesting to see a picture form on canvas. Id never been that artistic myself.
"Chris????? Chris!" i heard a voice calling me...
"huh... what?"
"Chris... you fell asleep..."
"Mum... how long have i been out here"
"About an hour dear... its time to come inside"
It was a dream???
part 7
