Friday, April 18, 2025

novel 88 - 16. the painting


by nick nelson

part 16 of ?

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dear mr dream,

i hope you are well. thank you again for all your wonderful suggestions and for taking the time from your busy schedule to offer me your wonderful help and encouragement. i hope you will not think i am ungrateful if i tell you i have come up with an an idea of my own! here is the beginning. any comment you might make would be infinitely welcome, though of course i understand if you are too busy or just not interested.

sincerely,

joe lonelyroom

the painting

that fellow looks familiar, tucker underwood thought.

it was a cold and rainy night. tucker and the familiar looking individual were the only patrons of the cafe de whatever, a once thriving establishment that tucker had frequented in his days as an aspiring young artist.

tucker had long since given up his dream of being a great and famous artist, and had established himself as a player on the street, but he occasionally dropped in to his old haunt on the chance that he might meet an acquaintance from the old days, or just for a quick breath of nostalgia.

tucker picked up his cup of the house’s special blend, and moved over to the familiar man’s table.

do you mind if i sit here? he asked in his politest voice.

suit yourself, the man answered, without pulling his face up from the heavy blue scarf wrapped around his skinny neck.

i thought i recognized you from somewhere, tucker continued, after seating himself.

i would hope so. i am bradley barfield, your old chum from international art school, and i taught you everything you knew although you were too much of a natural born bourgeois to profit from it. i see you seem to be doing well for himself.

why, of course, bradley, i could kick myself, or shoot myself, for not recognizing you sooner. it must be the heavy blue scarf, ot maybe the two days beard. i remember you as always clean shaven and rosy cheeked, and quite the attraction for the fair sex, besides being the most promising artist in the school. as for myself, yes, i am doing all right, now that i i have found my natural environment in the world of finance. may i buy you a cup of coffee, or a croissant?

you can buy one of my pictures.

i might just do that. do you happen to have one with you?

i have some in my hovel, which is just around the corner.

then i would be happy to take a look at them.

you can finish your coffee first. there is no hurry.

*

does this elevator work?

sometimes. my room is on only on the fourth floor. you look like you spend most of your life in a gym.

lead the way.

the lights in all the stairs do not all work.

i can handle it.

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