|Art Through The Heart
Author: Shinku no Shi PM
Art is not just when you think something looks beautiful, art is expression. Art can be anything and everywhere.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Friendship - Chapters: 14 - Words: 19,134 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 03-29-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3009239
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Art through the heart - Intro
Our journey starts in an apartment complex in a big city. It was your normal big city, lots of people, lots of traffic and every now and again one would find a park as to have at least some green spots. We have a beautiful city in a beautiful night but this is not where we are headed. Our goal is a small apartment, the only apartment that still had lights on in this fine evening. There was nothing special about this apartment really. It was a four room apartment, one bedroom, the living room, the bathroom and last but not least the kitchen. The kitchen is where we will meet our host for the night; Sky a petite woman with pink hair. As humming is heard through the silence of the apartment, we enter to see through the eyes of the female with hair in the color of cotton candy.
I was currently preparing for the annual group diner. Ever since then we would have a Christmas Dinner at my place every year. So right now I am working on the soup.
Okay first things first, cut the vegetables. That was fairly easy for me by now. I can still remember how I used to fair when I started out, that was a mess I can tell you. But thinking back at those times can't help but remember our little group.
'It certainly has been long since we've last met up.'
I finished cutting the vegetables so I put them into the pot.
'Life has been busy.'
By now I was already spacing out, barely noticing how I washed my hands and dried them on my apron. One thing I did notice though was when I looked at the kitchen clock.
'I don't even have one hour left before they come…'
As a last step I added water into the pot and put it onto the stove. All I have to do now is wait.
'I wonder how it'll be…'
I took the chicken out of the oven and stuck a needle inside. This is a useful tip to see if the chicken was done. I pulled the needle out and felt the metal. At the tip it was still a bit cold so I shoved it back in to cook it through.
'… to meet everyone again.'
'I can remember as if it were just yesterday… that we all met for the first time…'