Story for my cousin- Part VII
This morning, as soon as I arrived at my studio, I did a good ‘5 minutes of hard crying’.
And I didn’t have to listen to Celine Dion to coax out the tears.
They just fell out.
And they were unexpected.
Like neighbours you haven’t known that long and you’re surprised to see at your door at say, half 9 in the evening.
They’re offering up a bottle of whiskey.
And its a school night.
And they’re really not who you want to see.
But you let them in, anyway, because they’re familiar and you know they won’t stay too long.
But strangely, once they’ve gone, you’ll realise you feel better for them having visited.
And they’re called Jeff and Helen; Mr & Mrs Fiveminutesofhardcrying.
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I can’t remember the name of this drawing I’m working on.
But it’s 70x100 and it’s coloured pencil and ink.
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