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I’m surprised each times her hand sweep near the blank canvas, a trail of thick color following.  Her entire body moves with the different hues, sometimes sad, sometimes jubilated, but always different. When I watch her paint, I feel like I’m learning more about her then I ever could by talking to her.  She says so little, yet her mouth is always never closed.  Her cream teeth always peek behind those thin lips, but never enough to make a sound.  Those sad green eyes pierce me every time I look into them, she knows all my secrets.  She won’t let me touch her, for I am unclean, but I can watch her paint if I wish, which I always do.
“How do you come up with ideas?” I venture to ask her, her body jerking with the ebony flush.
“My mind.” Is her curt reply.  I know not to press her for anymore, in fear she may force me away from her.  The moments tick by, I could watch her forever, even when she’s still.
“I think about my family.” She whispers, almost inaudible, to my greatest surprise.  I think it is just the wind at first, until I see her body contorted towards me, slender neck bent so her eyes can dig through me.
“So you’re family, is bad?” I stutter, pointing to the ominous hues on the canvas, unable to meet her gaze.
“Not bad, just, not good.” She replies, her back facing me once again, shoulder blades threatening to expel themselves from her dry skin.
“Oh…” is all I can manage, as we settle back into our comfortable silence.  The sun begins to set, orange slices of light fighting through the dirty windows of her loft.  It amazes me, I came here as the sun was hitting its peak, now it’s leaving me, us, into darkness.  She begins to put away her supplies, meticulously placing each in their spot on the paint splattered table.
“I like it.” I say, standing, running my eyes over the unfinished piece.
“I never asked you to.” She says, no emotion in her voice, but her eyes are on her materials.  Her area cleaned, she finally looks up at me, now sad,
“You could have gone.” She says flatly, nodding to the large metal doors 15 feet away.
“I wanted to watch you.” I defend myself softly, she said to neither stay no go.
“You’re a fool”
Another curt reply, until tomorrow.

Description
I’m surprised each times her hand sweep near the blank canvas, a trail of thick color following.  Her entire body moves with the different hues, sometimes sad, sometimes jubilated, but always different. When I watch her paint, I feel like I’m learning more about her then I ever could by talking to her.  She says so little, yet her mouth is always never closed.  Her cream teeth always peek behind those thin lips, but never enough to make a sound.  Those sad green eyes pierce me every time I look into them, she knows all my secrets.  She won’t let me touch her, for I am unclean, but I can watch her paint if I wish, which I always do.
“How do you come up with ideas?” I venture to ask her, her body jerking with the ebony flush.
“My mind.” Is her curt reply.  I know not to press her for anymore, in fear she may force me away from her.  The moments tick by, I could watch her forever, even when she’s still.
“I think about my family.” She whispers, almost inaudible, to my greatest surprise.  I think it is just the wind at first, until I see her body contorted towards me, slender neck bent so her eyes can dig through me.
“So you’re family, is bad?” I stutter, pointing to the ominous hues on the canvas, unable to meet her gaze.
“Not bad, just, not good.” She replies, her back facing me once again, shoulder blades threatening to expel themselves from her dry skin.
“Oh…” is all I can manage, as we settle back into our comfortable silence.  The sun begins to set, orange slices of light fighting through the dirty windows of her loft.  It amazes me, I came here as the sun was hitting its peak, now it’s leaving me, us, into darkness.  She begins to put away her supplies, meticulously placing each in their spot on the paint splattered table.
“I like it.” I say, standing, running my eyes over the unfinished piece.
“I never asked you to.” She says, no emotion in her voice, but her eyes are on her materials.  Her area cleaned, she finally looks up at me, now sad,
“You could have gone.” She says flatly, nodding to the large metal doors 15 feet away.
“I wanted to watch you.” I defend myself softly, she said to neither stay no go.
“You’re a fool”
Another curt reply, until tomorrow.