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Post by allison on Feb 13, 2012 11:14:55 GMT -5
  Not many people could say that they spent a majority of their time on their hands and knees in Paris. Well, and if they could it probably meant they were doing something that they shouldn’t be. When she’d originally come out today, she hadn’t expected to be sitting on the sidewalk, using chalk to recreate the scene she’d witnessed a few hours ago of a wedding in a nearby church. The picture she drew, consisted of the couples from the shoulder up, sharing their wedding cake. A slice of the scrumptious looking ivory cake sat off to the side and even appeared edible in the 3D format.
It wasn’t until she got to Paris that she realized she had a talent in sidewalk art, murals, and the 3D appearance of a picture. While she wasn’t as great as some of the legendary artist she’d seen and found around Paris, she had to admit even to herself that she was pretty good. Allie sat back on her heels, and wiped a long blond strand of hair from her face before resting her hands on her bent kneecaps. The couple, whom the drawing was based off of, thanked her profusely for their gift. They attempted to pay her, but Allie just shook her head and told them she needed the practice. After many smiles, pictures, and words of gratitude- the couple drifted off to enjoy the rest of their day.
Not that Allie could blame them; she’d been working on the drawing a lot longer than it would have taken someone professional. But she was happy about how it turned out, even if the rain would come tomorrow and wash it away. That reminded her, the forecast had mentioned a storm might come through that night- and since the temperature was just above freezing, it would rain and not snow. She found herself desperately holding onto the idea of a temperature drop. Snow was a lot easier to deal with, at least for her. Reaching out, she wiped her chalk covered hands on her blue denim jeans and then cringed. Part of her didn’t think she’d ever get used to living in Paris instead of Alabama. Fashion seemed so much more important here.
With a disconcerted sigh, she noticed chalk was on her blue sweater as well. Oh well, at least she’d remembered to take off her jacket. With one last glance at the sidewalk art, she reached down and grabbed her black leather jacket, shifting into it and not even bothering to try to use it to shield the chalk on her sweater. Allison glanced down at the watch on her wrist and then up at the sky. Even though it was cloudy, she could still tell she had about three hours left of daylight. Surely she could find something to do with the rest of the day before going home. A breeze whisked through, nearly freezing her fingers off but reminding her to retrieve the gloves in her jacket pocket. She’d taken those off while drawing as well. Once they were snuggly in place, she shifted her gaze back down to the drawing.
She’d have to get a lot better if she wanted to actually make something of herself.
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LYRICS: abba ; hole in your soul
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