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Chapter 1: In a Dream...(Purple Flowers)
The last few strokes of her brush were excruciating. There were days when painting came so easily to her, but today was not one of them. The blonde haired artist put the brush down and took a step back to critisize her painting. It was awful, the blossom didn't look like a blossom, she had mixed up just the worst tone of purple and it was now completely clashing with the background. Oh boy, there was nothing for it, today was simply one of those days where she had a "painter's block".
She went and closed all her paints and washed her brushes and then proceeded to lightly brush her hair, grab her purse, mobile phone and a bag and then promptly left her appartment. Today was one of those warm june days and today it was suppose to get especially hot and she still had to do her grocery shopping for the weekend, might as well make it now since it didn't look like she was going to get any reasonable painting done today.
On the staircase she threw a glance at the door opposite hers. The appartment was still empty since Mrs. Jefferson had moved away. She was a very nice old lady, but walking up the stairs was getting too tiresome for her. Still Samantha missed her kind smile and twinkling little eyes.
Samantha was busy with her own thoughts as she returned from the grocery store. She opened the entrance door and walked the stairs up by pure custom not because she were actually consciously moving her body. In this state she arrived at her front door and was just rummaging for her key when the door behind her opened.
She turned around to see the door of the appartment opposit hers wide open and a man stepping outside into the hallway. He was slightly taller than her, probably older but not too much, he was dressed in a pair of light blue jeans, a sports shirt and a black jacket. He immideately spotted her and gave her neutral smile. "Hey there."
"Hey, moving in?" she asked.
"Yeah maybe. I was just taking a look at the appartment." he said gesturing behind himself.
"Um, my name's Samantha O'Keeffe, I live here." she said stretching out her hand towards him and nodding with her head in the direction of her appartment door.
The man took her hand and smiled as her as he introduced himself. "Jack Anderson, but please call me Jack, a pleasure to meet you miss O'Keeffe." his hand felt warm and pleasant.
"So, like what you see?" she asked after letting go of his hand.
Jack raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a gleam in his eye.
"The appartment! Do you like the appartment?" she asked, specifying her previous question.
Jack replied simply: "Yeah. Looks fine and now that I know there are some nice folks around, I'm feeling even more inclined to settling for it."
Samantha smiled at him and eyed him, trying to determine whether his flattery was truly sincere. At that moment a man walked out of the open door. It was Mr. Barnaby - the ground's keeper. "Well Mr. Anderson when you make up your mind, you know which number to call."
"Yes I do." Jack replied.
Mr. Barnaby locked the door. "Miss O'Keeffe." he said while passing Samantha.
"Mr. Barnaby." Samantha replied.
"Well I do believe it's time for me to leave as well." Jack said, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah, well, maybe I'll see you around." Samantha said, hoping she didn't sound too wishful.
"Maybe you shall." Jack said, a smile on his face. "Until then, I bid you adieu Miss O'Keeffe."
"Bye." she heard herself saying as Jack was already half way down the stairs, but still looked up to share one last look with her.
Samantha located her key, unlocked her door and proceeded to unpack her groceries. After she was done with that, she took out a can of ice-cream from the fridge and went to eat it in front of her unfinished painting. Now looking at it, she felt like she knew what it was missing; a little more cheerfulness.
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-Roni Drakaina