Lukas looked at the stone house; it was impressive. They went in. It smelled of moss and coffee. They walked up the stairs to the room Basia and Milena were using as their bedroom. Basia quietly opened the door. Milena was still asleep on the mattress lying on the floor, a plaid blanket covered her body. Lukas walked closer and looked at her sleeping — peaceful like a small child. He had the greatest urge to hold her close. He sat down on the floor next to the mattress. Basia sat down next to him and looked at Milena.
Lukas looked around the room. Other than the mattress, there was just a lamp in the opposite corner, no other furniture. The floor was wood that looked like it could use some washing and sanding. There were some holes between the wood pieces and several looked loose. The seashell paint on the walls looked as if it hadn’t been retouched in several years. It had chipped in several places. The ceilings were high and made the room look regal, none the less. There was one wood-frame window that looked onto land that could have been used as a vineyard. Overall, it was not half bad for an abandoned house. Basia’s and Milena’s things were scattered on the floor throughout the room. They had hung several of their drawings on the walls and there were several paintings propped against the walls. Probably drying, he thought, and for some reason that thought brought him comfort.
This is a fragment from the first draft of my work-in-progress titled Native Landscapes that didn’t make the cut to subsequent drafts. The image I selected for today’s color made me think of this fragment, and I found it fitting. Hope you enjoyed it.
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