and the expanse of sand becomes slowly littered with footsteps and small rocks. i love this line, the idea
He paints until the sun sits high and the shadows are shrink to their minimum. He paints and paints, until he forgets the aches of his last job, until he feels settled in himself, until his strokes slant ever so slightly to the right, and his skies always have the faintest tinge of pink. and this!
to his stomach until he feels the muscles twitch under his touch. So he does. and this!
Re: sigh no more
and the expanse of sand becomes slowly littered with footsteps and small rocks.
i love this line, the idea
He paints until the sun sits high and the shadows are shrink to their minimum. He paints and paints, until he forgets the aches of his last job, until he feels settled in himself, until his strokes slant ever so slightly to the right, and his skies always have the faintest tinge of pink.
and this!
to his stomach until he feels the muscles twitch under his touch. So he does.
and this!
and the dialogue!