 #1 (permalink) Sat Aug 08, 2009 11:17 am The Painter. |
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Frank was a mechanic. It was all he really knew. He could take an old motor, and within a few short hours he could have it performing like new.
Pearl was his wife, and she loved him dearly, but she was oh so bored with her life. She longed to paint, but there was never enough time to even get set-up, let alone complete a masterpiece, so she contented herself with browsing around the art galleries and museums looking at the great works of art by the Masters.
His part of the house was filled with car magazines and maintenance manuals.
He lived for engines, and he was never happier than when he was pulling them to pieces or reassembling them.
When he came home after his days work he would throw his oil-stained overalls and shirt in the wash-basket and just expect them to magically reappear each morning washed and clean.
He wasn't arrogant, he just never gave it a seconds thought.
Pearl was fed-up with Frank and the kids. What was she, a slave?
The next morning Frank left for work, so she readied the children for school and drove them there.
Then she went to the arts supply store and bought brushes and paint and many small canvases.
She returned home and set up her easel and started to paint.
She worked like a demon, producing many canvases, some good, some bad.
She didn't care, she was deliriously happy within this element.
She sang and hummed to herself as she painted.
This was what she was born to do, she just knew it!
Now it just happened this day that Frank had gotten around to thinking just how badly he was treating Pearl, taking her for granted and everything, so he put down his tools and told the others that they could have the rest of the day of.
They were surprised. This wasn't like Frank, but they hurriedly left the garage before he had chance to change his mind.
He drove into town and had an haircut and shave. He bought himself a new suit and shirt and shoes and socks. He threw the old oily clothes into a nearby container.
Then he went and had a manicure. His huge gnarled hands were a challenge to the manicurist, but she managed to make them look good.
Then off he went to the florist and bought a huge bunch of roses.
As he drove home he smiled to himself. Pearl would be happy to see a different Frank for a change.
He quietly opened the front-door and entered his home.
He could hear the sounds of laughing and singing coming from the front-room, so he quietly tiptoed across the hardwood hall.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
There were painted canvases all around the room, and Pearl was stood there all covered in paint.
They both looked at one another in silence.
Suddenly they both burst out laughing.
Frank handed Pearl the roses and she put them into a huge vase, and then immediately she started to paint them.
Frank shook his head in amazement. She was a fantastic painter, the roses came to life on the canvas.
He walked slowly into the kitchen, Well, he thought to himself, I'd better start learning to cook, Pearl is going to be damned busy from now on.
Kitos.
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