Chapter 1
Info see previous entry.
still not betad.
17 October 2024
Lucía bounced in through the front door and before it had closed behind her she shouted, “Mum, Mum can you guess what Mr. Stone gave me… he gave me an A for the sculpture!” Her voice got closer to where the person she talked to where. “He has already asked me to have it in the schools exhibition in May.”
You couldn’t mistake about her happiness in her voice. Lucía had struggled a lot through school and when she finally managed to get enough grades for the Malvern Art, Drama and Film school she had been so happy. On her schedule she had sculpture, painting, drama, make up and properties. Even if it still only had went a few weeks of the term she had bloomed from a quite shy girl to one that dared to show off herself. She had made some friends and it was easy to see that Lucía was in her right element.
When she hadn’t seen her mum in any of the rooms she had passed she went to the closed door in the back. A low and shut sound of music was heard through the door. Before she open the door she knocked but didn’t wait for any reply.
“Mum it’s me, Cía. What are you doing?” she looked around to spot her mother. She wasn’t surprised at all that she wouldn’t say anything or be hiding. Lucía know if her mother was in one of her periods that were normal.
“That’s fantastic!” her mothers voice came behind her, so she jumped.
Turning around she was meet by her mother standing with a palette and brush in her hands. She had her painting apron on, but had spilled paint on her clothes any way. She had put her long hair under a cap and nothing could hide her damaged face. If Lucía hadn’t been used to her mothers look she would have stared and then looked away, though now she didn’t react to it.
“Mr. Stone seems to be so exiting with all my work and he is so encouraging. Have I told you that he is one of the teachers that really seem to see what I have in me?”
“I think you have mentioned that, my dear. Will you let him keep the sculpture for the exhibition?” Sidonie asked, turned around to disappear behind the big canvas that had hidden her.
Lucía followed, “No, I want you to see it before. It is kind of big. I can’t take it on the bus and tube so I have to ask someone to help me move it.”
She looked on what her mother was working on. It was a new thing, probably started the same day, which so far didn’t show much. There were a few dark strokes and islands of brown spotting. Lucía had seen things started in similar way and all too often disappeared before the painting was finished.
Her mother looked at her, “Though you will let Mr. Stone have it for the exhibition?”
“Yes.” Lucía still watched the canvas.
“Wouldn’t it be best to let it stay in school? It is unnecessary to transport the sculpture twice. I can see it later.” Sidonie put her brush down in the red paint.
“I want you to see it soon and I know you would not come with me to the school, so that is the only way.” Some of her happiness had disappeared from her voice.
Her mother stopped her movement with the brush, the paint started to drop on the floor. Lucía could see her hand starting to shake.
“Mum, it’s alright. I won’t push you. You know that. Please let me do this, since it is the first thing I really like and I get a high grade of. It isn’t like the things that have been on your exhibitions, that Paul has told me is good.” It was like she could see how her words bounce back.
Lucía cursed. She knew that even mention of any place with many people could put her Mum in a frozen state. Though she wished so many times that she had a normal mum who hadn’t any problem with public places and show herself. There was a few times during the year that was more sensitive than others. As it was in the middle of October one was on the way. She couldn’t understand why, since she would think that the birth of her would be pure happiness.
She moved and put her hands on Sidonie’s shoulders. “Please, Mum. You will not need to go outside. It wont be to difficult to get it here. I think if I ask Mr. Stone he can help me. He is very nice. I’m sure you would like him too.”
She could feel her mothers shaking subside, so this time her words were registered. Lucía took one of her hands off and took hold of the one her mother hold her brush in, before it would fall to the floor. Then she carefully took the palette and put it on a nearby table. There wouldn’t be any more painted today.
TBC
Stories word count; 299+859=1158
still not betad.
17 October 2024
Lucía bounced in through the front door and before it had closed behind her she shouted, “Mum, Mum can you guess what Mr. Stone gave me… he gave me an A for the sculpture!” Her voice got closer to where the person she talked to where. “He has already asked me to have it in the schools exhibition in May.”
You couldn’t mistake about her happiness in her voice. Lucía had struggled a lot through school and when she finally managed to get enough grades for the Malvern Art, Drama and Film school she had been so happy. On her schedule she had sculpture, painting, drama, make up and properties. Even if it still only had went a few weeks of the term she had bloomed from a quite shy girl to one that dared to show off herself. She had made some friends and it was easy to see that Lucía was in her right element.
When she hadn’t seen her mum in any of the rooms she had passed she went to the closed door in the back. A low and shut sound of music was heard through the door. Before she open the door she knocked but didn’t wait for any reply.
“Mum it’s me, Cía. What are you doing?” she looked around to spot her mother. She wasn’t surprised at all that she wouldn’t say anything or be hiding. Lucía know if her mother was in one of her periods that were normal.
“That’s fantastic!” her mothers voice came behind her, so she jumped.
Turning around she was meet by her mother standing with a palette and brush in her hands. She had her painting apron on, but had spilled paint on her clothes any way. She had put her long hair under a cap and nothing could hide her damaged face. If Lucía hadn’t been used to her mothers look she would have stared and then looked away, though now she didn’t react to it.
“Mr. Stone seems to be so exiting with all my work and he is so encouraging. Have I told you that he is one of the teachers that really seem to see what I have in me?”
“I think you have mentioned that, my dear. Will you let him keep the sculpture for the exhibition?” Sidonie asked, turned around to disappear behind the big canvas that had hidden her.
Lucía followed, “No, I want you to see it before. It is kind of big. I can’t take it on the bus and tube so I have to ask someone to help me move it.”
She looked on what her mother was working on. It was a new thing, probably started the same day, which so far didn’t show much. There were a few dark strokes and islands of brown spotting. Lucía had seen things started in similar way and all too often disappeared before the painting was finished.
Her mother looked at her, “Though you will let Mr. Stone have it for the exhibition?”
“Yes.” Lucía still watched the canvas.
“Wouldn’t it be best to let it stay in school? It is unnecessary to transport the sculpture twice. I can see it later.” Sidonie put her brush down in the red paint.
“I want you to see it soon and I know you would not come with me to the school, so that is the only way.” Some of her happiness had disappeared from her voice.
Her mother stopped her movement with the brush, the paint started to drop on the floor. Lucía could see her hand starting to shake.
“Mum, it’s alright. I won’t push you. You know that. Please let me do this, since it is the first thing I really like and I get a high grade of. It isn’t like the things that have been on your exhibitions, that Paul has told me is good.” It was like she could see how her words bounce back.
Lucía cursed. She knew that even mention of any place with many people could put her Mum in a frozen state. Though she wished so many times that she had a normal mum who hadn’t any problem with public places and show herself. There was a few times during the year that was more sensitive than others. As it was in the middle of October one was on the way. She couldn’t understand why, since she would think that the birth of her would be pure happiness.
She moved and put her hands on Sidonie’s shoulders. “Please, Mum. You will not need to go outside. It wont be to difficult to get it here. I think if I ask Mr. Stone he can help me. He is very nice. I’m sure you would like him too.”
She could feel her mothers shaking subside, so this time her words were registered. Lucía took one of her hands off and took hold of the one her mother hold her brush in, before it would fall to the floor. Then she carefully took the palette and put it on a nearby table. There wouldn’t be any more painted today.
TBC
Stories word count; 299+859=1158