Unwanted attraction

" Arrgh." I groan as I tear another piece of parchment paper off the easel, crumple it and throw it across the room, in the general direction of the waste basket." Missed.". Rahman says coming in with a small jug of iced tea and a glass." I don't understand." He says dropping his load on the table." How it can be so hard for you to make a new painty, after all, all you do is dip your brush in paint and spray the paint all over your paper."He finishes.I glare at him." I don't expect a barbarian like you to understand some thing as cosmopolitan as abstract art. The sophisticated members of society are the only ones who can understand and appreciate the beauty of abstract art.""I admire your bravado." He says with a smirk. "It's quite daring of you, to call splashes of color art."I swat him in the arm." You're such a barbarian." I tell him, as I pour myself some iced tea." At least I'm not deluding myself into thinking I'm an artist." He quips.I pick up a brush from the ope

I open my eyes again. Beside each of my paintings is a small red disk. My eyes move from one to the other.There disks in all. Not equivocal half disks.Not this painting is perhaps spoken for.But full flaming red suns.Sold.Follow the bouncing red ball and sing along: sold! Sold! Sold!The song is clanging sweetly in my head in time to the rushing blood in my veins till I hear Marion laughing behind me.Mrs koloski comes lumbering out of her office and says into my ear; " you made a fuckin sale. About time, don't you think.Come." She leads me into her office." His name is Logan Hunter." Mrs koloski lights a cigarette, wheezes into a hanky and wipes her chin. She leans back in her chair. She was once a vouge model. She was the belle dame sans merci of beat poets and abstract expressonists.Now she's two hundred and eighty pounds, tough skinned and nasty when she needs to be.In her shaggy quack of a voice, she tells me." He's some fancy bestselling author from New York, he kno

I followed him back into his apartment and we sat on the couch, I told him all that has happened to me and my family and how his father was responsible for all the misfortune and now the only property he have left, the family land which is in my name, he wants it too but I wouldn't give it up because that's the only legacy of my father. He was quiet for a very long time, looking all confused. I guess he might be wondering if his father really did all that I have said and why he was so cruel but then he broke the silence. "My father is such a loving man, he took me as his own son, told me not to change my name to his because I am the only legacy of my father and he wants the name to live on, my life and that of my mother changed because of him, why will he do all that" He said. "He's your father, what did you expect?" I said. "I need to go home now my mom needs me" "Okay let me drop you off" He said. "No need I will take cab". I want out of his apartment took a cab and went home.