Your watercolors

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


The story about most important person in famous female artist's life.

Submitted: December 06, 2017

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Once the great artist was asked "How do you draw so amazingly?"
She smiled and said. "Because I have magical paint."

At one time I had to stay in the hospital. And one day, as usual, I decided to take a breath of fresh air. It was raining, so when I went outside I stayed under the cornice and sat down on a bench. There was a girl on the other side with a sketchbook in her hands.
"Why are you sad ?" She asked suddenly.
At first I didn't realize she was addressing me, when I was about to answer, She spoke again.
"Is it because of the rain? Don't worry it's gonna be sunny again soon." She said, and smiled.
"Actually, I really like the rain." 
Hearing this made her smile even wider.
"People usually don't like rainy weather." 
"I wish I was normal."
The girl snickers.
"I know how to cheer you up - I'll draw something for you."
"Okay." Quietly, without much enthusiasm, I said.
"Do you want me to draw you the sun, it's warm rays; or maybe the beach in the summer, the sand is so softy and warmly." She said with a dreamy, joyful smile. "Or do you want me to draw a fire - it looks mystical and same time cute."
"I don't really care." I muttered.
"Then I'll draw you a sun..."
"Look." She showed me the sketchbook after some time.
I came closer to saw a smiling sun.
"Do you Like it?" She asked with smile on her face.
"Yes" I said, and quietly "Thank you."
She heard it and smiled even more, but then suddenly she said seriously
"No, that's not good. You're still sad. Tell me what to draw for you?"
"I don't know." I muttered, hesitating for a moment. " Draw me a sunflower."
"Oh, okay, hold on... Wait, I don't know what it looks like. Can you draw it for me?" She passed sketchbook to me. And only then I realised - she was blind.
"You only noticed it just now ?" Somehow she understood and smiled.
Shocked, all what I could do is just silently nod. She giggled.
"But... How did you draw?"
"Ah, It's all because I have magical paint." She kept smiling. I still was surprised.
"Well, will you draw me a sunflower?"
"I can, but how can you see it?"
She pondered.
"Okay, Well, can you describe it to me then..?"

About a week passed. In the hospital, the girl's ward.
"Why didn't you say anything to me?" I rushed into the room. 
"I knew you would be upset." She said, smiling sadly.
I stood silently and looked at her, tears flowed down my cheeks - even at that moment she continues to smile.
"It's okay, please don't cry."
"How do you notice everything?" Smiling sadly, I wiped away my tears.
"I have a very important job for you." She said seriously.
Then took out the box and handed it to me. I Opened it. There was her watercolors.
"Your paint?" I was little surprised. 
"Take care of them, please, or they will be lonely."

On the next day she was gone.


Many years later.
Once the great artist was asked "How do you draw so amazingly?" 
She smiled and said to herself "Because, I have YOUR magical paint."


A lot of time has passed and almost no watercolors left. But wherever I go, I always had a last jar of magical paint with me.

 

 

 

 


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