Art appreciation had never been Jonas’ thing, but he lingered by the giant graffiti wall with interest. It was bright and loud and abstract and untraditional, sticking out in a room filled with polite paintings in golden rectangular frames.
Also, it was unfinished; a burst of color, and then white nothingness.
Like me, he thought, lips pursed together in silent contemplation. He, too, stood out in a crowd. Not just because of his soldier’s frame, but also his upbringing, and the reality that he was a man who could never really be whole.
“Please tell me you actually like this,” Luella said, stepping up beside him, her hands casually tucked into the pockets of her jacket. Coming up behind her was Eli, her rather flamboyant friend and the artist responsible for the enigmatic piece of art on display.
“I’m going to take your silence as a compliment, so please, do carry on with your staring,” Eli said good-naturedly, his laugh as bright and loud as his wall of color.
Luella snickered. “I think you’d be happier if he was staring at you.”
“Oh hush, girl.” Eli turned to Jonas and winked. “Like I said, carry on.”
He never really figured out how to properly respond to Eli’s flirting, so he said nothing and just watched the other leave. Then he felt Luella elbow him lightly. “You like it?”
He turned back to the painting, nodding. “It’s… unconventional.”
His response wiped the smile off her face, and he knew he’d lost her again. “Yeah,” she muttered distractedly, her eyes fixated on the wall.
Then she frowned. “And it’s incomplete. Where’s the rest?”
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.