Adel Creates

"Keepsake"

Would she like flowers? What kind? What colour? Maybe something more precious. A pair of pearls? An amulet? A ring?

The big man has made several strolls by the gift shops, peering down through the windows, and he always left scratching his head. He searched far and wide. He searched deep within. What would please the noble lady? A decision was made, and he was proud of it. This was the gift that she was going to like. He returned in the direction of a painting shop and brought the lady with him this time, her arms wrapped around his. Portraiture. It was the most sophisticated gift he could think of, and she could not help but smile. She was content, but he smiled in earnest hope that he could give her more.

"Lightning"

The daily groceries must be done, but as the looming grey skies and rolling thunders slowly approach, there are minutes that the patrons take advantage of while no blots of water can be seen on the ground. The streets grow less busier for a moment, and the only ones left are rushing customers and occasional travelling roofed carriages.

The rain falls. All have taken shelter, some standing under any canopy they find. My storefront windows blur out in the cold rain as the lady standing there is tucked tightly in the corner, refusing to look at the skies. A flash of deafening pure white light fills the city, and I wonder if the god behind the clouds revels in this. I think she is afraid. I let her in my shop while we wait to let it pass.

"Starstruck"

I don’t think my studio was ready for the tidying up I did today. See, the canvases were lined up, paints behaved on the shelves like children, and all the brushes were tucked away in mugs. I had just locked the front entrance and prepared the backdoor for her arrival. Signage is now flipped to “closed.”

Finally, she’s here, seated right at the center. Surreal! Her smile, her laugh. What magnetic charm she brings! Her assistants and guards are scattered and stand right where they need to. I begin sketching, but my mind runs. Would they use my painting for a poster? Is she preparing for her next show? I cannot believe how a task so mundane as this is making me feel immensely electric. There must be a word for this sort of thrill.