Ben sat in the spacious living room in Bella’s house and stared at the white rug with a black flower at the center. He wondered how anyone could have a white rug, how did they maintain it? His eyes travelled to the soft grey chairs that formed a semi-circle in front of a glass tableContinue reading The Brotherhood Part 5
He could see her face, the sorrow and the sudden beauty that shone forth when she smiled. She had looked out of the window as he talked about the medication he was prescribing. She had looked so despondent, that he was certain that he had never seen anyone that way. He couldn’t stop thinking aboutContinue reading The Brotherhood Part 3
Ben drew a final stroke with his brush and stepped back to view his latest creation, the painting of a tired-looking woman roasting boli by a refuse dump. Setting down his brush on the high stool beside him, he gave it a closer look. Had he created enough light? Was her head a little biggerContinue reading The Brotherhood Part 2
