The Painting Class

Standing with the sheet of horrible white paper in front of her, she felt a surge of anger. Expecting her to paint with that dreadful runny water paint on the paper, and with such pathetic brushes was an insult. Once before she had attempted it and the whole experience had been awful. The resulting blotches on the paper had left her in tears.

She looked around and could see the others in the class getting on with it, and with apparent enjoyment. Again, she was reminded that she was not like them.
That knowing began very early in her life, when she realised that others simply did not see as she did, in fact they didn’t even see what she could. There had been trouble over that, and she had learned not to speak of it again. In fact, she knew she was slowly not seeing as before. Their teaching was having an effect.

Yet she was only five years old, still young enough to remember Other-Wise.

The Painting Class

Enivea

Joined June 2008

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