The Wall – A short story
Unaware of the crowd that was growing around her. She stood with her hand stretched out, palm flat as though it was against something. No one could see the wall. She stood tall; eyes closed; breathing slowly in and out loudly. No one could reach her. She could not see them or hear them. She had blocked everything out and everyone. She was not going to listen to anyone until this wall was addressed.
Her hand glowed brighter and brighter. The roughness had melted into the empty air but the wall ever present. With an inhale, she slid her hand down the wall and over to the left. There was a door knob there if only she could reach it.
Her husband had seen this before. He knew it meant she was going to do something great but if he did not set something in front of her before she started painting, then there would be no record of her idea. He ran into the garage and cleared a wall for her. He went outside walked her inside the garage. “What do you see?” He asked.
His voice penetrated her mind. “A large gray wall,” she whispers.
“Can you paint it?”
“Yes.” With that, she bent over and picked up her paints and brushes. She slapped gray all over the garage wall. It was middle gray as a base. She then saw the tones of gray that gentle walked over the wall. Soft gray and charcoal shown through. Depth and tone danced over the canvas. No one understood but her husband heard the whisper. The colors of gray were coming alive. Tone against tone. Depth and distance played their routine.
As the paint dried, she clutched a pencil in her hand and drew part of an arch. The arch was tall. She ran outside and picked up the ladder. She set the ladder up and stepping on the rungs and hanging with one hand, she completed the arch. The arch was tall but it was detailed. Flowers, flora, vines swirled around the pillars that twinned on each side holding the arch and its crown high into the air. The pillars had strong boxes at the bottom of each imprinted with a crest within the box.
Hours and hours went by. People came and went. They wanted to see what she had inside her thoughts. The crowds of friends, family, and strangers continued to gain a presence inside and outside of the garage.