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| Existential 2: Phoenix Rising? WiP 4 |
"It's very angry," Erin comments from the doorway.
To model a line from a much better writer, disconcerted "isn't the right word, but it's the first word that comes to mind." Taken aback. Peturbed.
"Ya think so?" I ask feigning curiosity. I squish my eye to the corner of my lips and shake my head back and forth. "I don't see it." Sarcasm seems the appropriate response to expressed concern.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Nope. That's why I painted that," I say, pointing back with my thumb.
"Well, I know you're not happy," she responds, cutting closer to truth.
"I'm sublimating my emotions," I say, trying to allay her worry.
"So the painting is helping?"
"It is."
To model a line from a much better writer, disconcerted "isn't the right word, but it's the first word that comes to mind." Taken aback. Peturbed.
"Ya think so?" I ask feigning curiosity. I squish my eye to the corner of my lips and shake my head back and forth. "I don't see it." Sarcasm seems the appropriate response to expressed concern.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Nope. That's why I painted that," I say, pointing back with my thumb.
"Well, I know you're not happy," she responds, cutting closer to truth.
"I'm sublimating my emotions," I say, trying to allay her worry.
"So the painting is helping?"
"It is."
