The Painting pt. 2 (Prequel to Hypnotize the Moon)

I would suggest reading this after you read Hypnotize the Moon, but since it is a prequel, you won't lose the meaning or the story. Thank you.I venture into this museum so blase and boring,actually an old house from the time of Civil dispute.A time when a country split into two,found themselves and soon became one.Dragged here by maternal force,no motivation full of anxious, and silent personal retort.From the outside looking in on this old plantation mansion,wondering what stories it hides so many untold.A true passion within is that of a mystery back then,imagination untamed of those faces unnamed.I look but quickly at the artifacts herein,creating visions of how people had once grown to live.Then with a whisper caught in the wind,quite odd indeed for confined behind walls,yet still a message had been sent.I looked to a picture, no a painting atop the great stairs,a painting in oil of a beauty in dressed in emerald green,with eyes to match and a heart unseen.This woman I had not once or even twice, but time after time,had envisaged in my most pleasant and precious of dreams.I fell in love with an idea of unspoiled love,love for a lady long ago dead.Yet something in me told me to look just a bit closer,and when I had done so, my heart took to fright.For in the reflection of an oval mirror,I sat with a brush painting her.Quite perplexed as one would of course suffer,having discovered you lived a century before,I took a hand, quivering with tension,and reached for the woman on the wall.And then blackness.I have decided to turn this into a trilogy, or perhaps even have a fourth addition to this. It all depends on the response I recieve, and whether or not, I need a fourth, fifth or even a sixth installment to tell the story. Whatever it ends up being, I hope everyone enjoys it. This is actually one of the ideas I have for a book, so this is sort of an abridged version of it. :) Thank you. Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 03:56 PM PST   0 • 8