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Her earthy sensuality drew him to her like a magnet. He had not wanted to attend the art show opening but Joe had insisted he give it a try. Karen’s good friend, Ella, was showing her paintings and sculptures at a local but well-known gallery that night. Joe wanted another guy to join him. He knew that Tom, his long-time friend since childhood, would not let him down.
He was surprised by the emotions her work evoked in him. The images varied; landscapes, abstracts, etc. But it was the ones that displayed human relationships that grabbed his heart. He found himself not able to stand, so he took a seat by a window bench. From this vantage point he was able to observe the easy way she worked the room. She had a peaceful charisma about her and laughed easily. To Tom, she was the piece de resistance- a woman who possessed both an inner and outer beauty. Her auburn hair flowed onto her shoulders, her green eyes glimmered, her skin was neither porcelain nor olive toned. It exuded warmth- a place where he could softly land.
She found him there after the show was done. “You look a bit out of your element,” she said.
“I want to buy one of your pieces,” he replied.
They had been inseparable ever since. Her calming self-assured nature provided him with a sense of peace that he had never known. Together they created a life filled with children and solid friendships.
She still painted and sculpted in between raising the kids and creating a home. She had become active in the valley’s art community and it was there that she met the president of a nearby art college. He was impressed by her work and her leadership as well as her promotion of the arts at the local level. He offered her a teaching position at the school and also wanted to commission her work.
As a result of this offer, Ella wanted to expand her studio space to the room above the garage. She had even gone as far as accepting a few bids for the job. Moreover, she had quickly said yes to the position. All three kids were in school full time and her schedule would easily fit in with theirs.
Tom completely supported her executive decision. His relief at not being caught helped make it easy for him. Summer ended. Fall began. Work buzzed along smoothly. The studio went up quickly. When he had to work late, he would often find her there lost in her work. Many nights they made love on the floor amidst the spilled colors and clumps of clay. Her lips always offering words of love. Her hips like pearls of water. Her skin once again giving him a soft place to land.
3 thoughts on “Geographical Escape 2.8: The Eye of the Storm”
I like the way that you added his feelings about the art. It shows that he is still human despite his lack of remorse for what he is involved in and I have a feeling that his ‘human’ side will catch up to him in some way. Waiting for the next entry!
Thank you! I am glad that you liked this part. My goal with this character is to reveal his “human” side and to eventually explain what drives him towards this behavior. Hopefully what I am thinking of writing will work!
I am sure it will work and I can’t wait to see what it entails, you’re doing great and I am enjoying the story more each day.