He had 8 paintings. 8 paintings. 2 magic rocks? rainbow candy. lego yoda, storm troopers, kaleidescopes, zaleks, chickens, butterflys, cards, letters, magic plastic, candy, raw honesty. The stuff that had crossed the country. A friendship borne of chance and grace and raw honesty.
8 paintings. They had seen some strange times. A reasons, a season or a life. Or a rainbow.
They crossed paths at the strangest of times. He had heard her pain and destruction and light and life and love. she had heard about his wife, life, noonkie, riding, the old movies, the good friends, the beautiful european temptress/bestie, the beer baron, the dark days. He sent her presents in hospital, this lost but feisty rainbow succubus he had never met in the flesh. He was funny and kind and complex. She wanted them all to have dinner one night, with Cornflakes and Grace and the nookie and be in normal land.
No matter how life panned out she hoped he would always remember her name and if they drifted apart look her up from time to time.. She would do the same. They would stay friends for a rainbow and life would be like an old film starring Bogart and Hepburn.
