Discovered When You See This: Painting
Sep. 22nd, 2011 05:37 pmThe old man still sat with his easel outside his caravan. He’d been here all week, working on a seascape. The wind ruffled his gray curls as he sat and painted. He seemed so alone. No one had visited since he had arrived. He’d been kind to us children, so I waved and walked over.
The seascape was finished, but he’d added a portrait. It was a dark haired man with broad shoulders and eyes painted as blue as the ocean. I didn’t remember seeing any one like that around.
He sensed my confusion because he said, “That’s Bodie.” His eyes sparkled and his smile lit his whole face, taking years away. He must have been something in his day, with those curls, the deep green eyes and that impish grin. “Where is he?” And I knew I made a mistake when the light left his eyes. I started to apologize. He shook his head and put a cold finger on my lips. He took my hand and placed it on his heart. “He’s here.” He smiled, but sadly. “He’ll always live, here.”
Title: Painting
Author: Merentha13
Slash or Gen: could be either
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: sure
Disclaimer: older lads/very sad
Notes: This was my original thoughts for another story I wrote, not sure why I thought of it again today... I guess it's just been a bad week...
The seascape was finished, but he’d added a portrait. It was a dark haired man with broad shoulders and eyes painted as blue as the ocean. I didn’t remember seeing any one like that around.
He sensed my confusion because he said, “That’s Bodie.” His eyes sparkled and his smile lit his whole face, taking years away. He must have been something in his day, with those curls, the deep green eyes and that impish grin. “Where is he?” And I knew I made a mistake when the light left his eyes. I started to apologize. He shook his head and put a cold finger on my lips. He took my hand and placed it on his heart. “He’s here.” He smiled, but sadly. “He’ll always live, here.”
Title: Painting
Author: Merentha13
Slash or Gen: could be either
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: sure
Disclaimer: older lads/very sad
Notes: This was my original thoughts for another story I wrote, not sure why I thought of it again today... I guess it's just been a bad week...
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Date: 2011-09-23 01:14 am (UTC)He's not dead, Doyle! He can't be. Just... missing in action. *nods and wipes her eyes*
Beautiful and sad in so few words...
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Date: 2011-09-23 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-23 03:10 pm (UTC)Poor Doyle! A whole story in a tiny package!
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Date: 2011-09-23 05:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-23 06:30 am (UTC)Beautiful and so sad ...
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Date: 2011-09-23 05:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-23 06:37 am (UTC)So sad but beautiful written...
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Date: 2011-09-23 05:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-23 07:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-23 05:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-23 08:15 am (UTC)Sorry to hear you've had a bad week, hon! Hope the weekend will be better!
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Date: 2011-09-23 05:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-23 09:35 am (UTC)*weeps* (but in a good way *g*)
That was lovely, thank you, and I hope your week is over and the weekend is a whole lot better for you.
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Date: 2011-09-23 05:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-23 10:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-23 05:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-23 01:43 pm (UTC)I hope next week is better than this one for you :)
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Date: 2011-09-23 05:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-23 06:03 pm (UTC)That is beautifully written, such an impact for so few words. Poor Doyle, or lucky Doyle(?) - his life partner always with him, even in death?
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Date: 2011-09-24 02:42 am (UTC)Thanks for the kind words.
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Date: 2011-09-23 07:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-24 02:43 am (UTC)