"Allison stood in the corner of the art gallery staring intently at the work of art pretentiously hoisted on the wall. Try as she might, she couldn’t quite figure out why this particular painting stood out to her amongst the sea of others. How it had drawn her attention and left her undoubtedly spell-bound was a mystery. It was almost as if the painting was a Siren, selfishly luring her, holding her enrapt, begging her to be interested.
Her eyes scanned the canvas, gliding over the peach, orange, and tan blocks of pigment that randomly overlapped and collectively crowded the entire backdrop. Both irregularly sized and positioned, the blocks invoked a warm, earthy feel and were intermittently interrupted by bright red splatters of paint. She lifted her flute of champagne and took another sip. Intent to get the message, to understand why she was so interested in this particular piece, she crossed her left arm under her breasts and focused. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, she felt a warmth – a presence – on her left that aggressively competed for her attention."
Stunning, heartwarming romantic fiction...sometimes, life just gives you a sign.
Her eyes scanned the canvas, gliding over the peach, orange, and tan blocks of pigment that randomly overlapped and collectively crowded the entire backdrop. Both irregularly sized and positioned, the blocks invoked a warm, earthy feel and were intermittently interrupted by bright red splatters of paint. She lifted her flute of champagne and took another sip. Intent to get the message, to understand why she was so interested in this particular piece, she crossed her left arm under her breasts and focused. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, she felt a warmth – a presence – on her left that aggressively competed for her attention."
Stunning, heartwarming romantic fiction...sometimes, life just gives you a sign.
