Dear ___,
Gold.
A metal used for decoration.
A statement.
"You should use some of this," you hand me an acrylic paint tube, nodding to my painting, "It would suit her."
I look at the tube then at my painting. It's monochromatic black and white state pulled me in when I first started on her. The woman in a long black dress, hugging her knees tight to herself. Her gaze dull, void of any emotion. Not because she was completely painted black and white but her gaze was just dead. Almost as if showing emotions would cause her pain.
"Thanks," I say as I opened the new paint and put a small dollop of it on my palette.
A statement.
A metal used for decoration.
Gold.
The monochromatic woman turned from a woman who hid behind a blank stare to a fierce vivid predator.
Her eyes shined, mischievously, almost felt like she was grinning right at me.
Alive.
That's what she looks like.
"Told you it would suit her."
Sincerely,
...
JE LEEST
Dear ____,
Algemene fictieThese are letters written by the unknown and written for the unknown. Short and sweet. Deep and thought-provoking.
