After several fantasy stories and a bit of P.G. Wodehouse, on Day 5 I decided to do a real world story. It turned out to be a somewhat serious story, though with a humorous side to it. The prompt I used was “Being painted wasn’t what she expected,” and here’s the opening.
Being painted wasn’t what Evelyn had expected. She had always heard that you had to stay perfectly still, to a degree that could grow exhausting as the minutes and hours passed. She had imagined that painters studied their models with laser-like intensity, making solemn faces and adding careful daubs and strokes to their canvases. She had worried that she would grow uncomfortable, stared at like that. Even by Mark. Especially by Mark.
They’d been circling each other for three weeks already at the café. A popular spot for artistic types to hang out, drink cheap coffee and take advantage of free wifi, free heating, or free comfortable chairs, as applicable, they moved in different circles who both frequented the establishment. They had yet to find a direct common acquaintance, though she felt sure that the degrees of separation couldn’t be too many. The twenty-something artist community in town was only so big.
He had spilled coffee on her papers one day, and it was a sign of just how cute he was—or how lonely she was, her cynical side said—that she had forgiven him for it. They had chatted amicably that day and most days since, as she corrected proofs of her latest manuscript and he sketched. And yesterday he had asked if he could paint her.
Evelyn had been touched—honored—hopeful.
Her cynical side said he probably painted every girl he wanted to sleep with.
Evelyn was not entirely sure that was a problem. And then, because she was too much of a romantic to let that comment stand unqualified, she argued with herself that a portrait was a serious commitment, and surely a sign that his interest was equally serious. And committed.
Anyway, she had agreed to be painted, and now here she was. And somehow it wasn’t exactly as serious as she had expected. But in a good way, she hastened to add.