“No it wasn’t! A moron reincarnated in you, not Klimt!” Just to make a point, Rain threw on the floor another bucket of paint. A bright green liquid fell down and channeled into a huge slippery blot. Rain turned around and ran out the door to never come back into this horrible artistic hole of lies and pretense! She slammed the door so hard, that probably a couple of other paintings fell down from ugly walls of Vince’s place.
Rain ran down the stairs, crying and sobbing. She couldn’t hold it together anymore. The only smart thing to do was to call Dave. At least he was always there for her! She dialed him and said in a crying voice, “Can you pick me up? Now!”
“Where are you?” Dave knew it was urgent. He always knew!
“Drive to the corner flower store.”
“I'll be there in five minutes.”
Dave hang up. He was on his way and Rain walked down the street with blurry eyes and red nose. She couldn’t believe she gave up so much for this jerk Vince!
Darren H. Pryce
She didn’t eat meat, she didn’t even drink milk! She was listening to every stupid word his gurus said! And she didn’t understand half of them! She never saw that beauty of tantra, he was describing! He made her sit for hours waiting for some mysterious joyride! While he was screwing those blonde models!
Oh, what was she supposed to do now? Rain tried to wipe off her tears, but she only started crying harder. Dave didn’t arrive yet, when she was already standing on the corner of the street. It was so, so awful! Damn Vince!
No, she did learn a lot from him... she really did - it wasn’t a horrible mistake. She found esotery and psychology. She will never be so stupid anymore! She will never trust a guy that wears a Jedi robe and thinks he’s Klimt! He will probably call her in the evening to apologize. What if he won’t? She destroyed his painting... But that he actually deserved! He should have known better than to cheat on her! Who the hell did he think he was? Oh, she should have listened to Dave!