Stored love inside the painting
Lance Everdale
He took up his brush and swirled it deep into the pigments of colors. He studies her face. Her deep set eyes. Too bad he can’t see its gleaming tawny color. But the long eyelashes would suffice. Her striking image is already carved deep inside his heart. Fresh energy filled his muscle. Inspiration struck him like lightning, fueling his brain with ideas of new mix colors to splash on the white sheet.
He let his hand do the work, his mind taking off to another course of reminiscing the past. Back to thirteen years ago… When he first met the little seven year old Iyesha.