October: crimson, burnt-orange and gamboge, a poisonous yellow powder once used in paint.
We are living above a paint store in Chicago, she wrote, come visit! Oh, how I wanted to.
Sometimes, in my writing group, I write about a paint store. They think Iām writing about a paint store.
Matthew is fortunate to sometimes live near a lake in Maine where loons swim and sometimes yodel and hoot late at night. And sometimes on a day like this with few clouds in the sky and mountains in the distance a warm breeze will sweep across the lake and take your breath away.
Thank you for this beautiful, heart wrenching and deeply moving story. We all live above the paint store. May we paint beautiful paintings with this good life. A deep bow.
beautiful and truthful.
This resonates SO strongly. Very touching and poignant portrait of bittersweet it-might-have-been. Thank you for sharing this, Matthew.
I worked in a paint store in Chicago, and when I write about paint, it is about paint. I enjoyed your story.
Nice story but also nice blurb from the author which is almost another 50 word story in itself. Nicely done š
The bio was better than the story. Beautiful.