A Midnight Demand, A Fake Emergency, And The Moment I Cut Them Off

I’d dreaded or a transfer I’d regretted.

On the easel was a watercolor I was completely failing to control. The sky bled into the buildings, the trees ran together. It was a mess. I loved it.

I’d started painting after walking past a community center sign: Watercolor for Beginners, No Experience Needed. The old Evelyn would have thought, I don’t have continue reading …