23 - Shaded and Unshaded

EROS

We heard a soft knock, then a creaking sound. Ara’s voice resonated in the room as she entered. She was carrying a wooden crate full of painting tools. After her, Port followed with bags of whatnot and had the canvases under his left arms.

“We’re back!” Ara placed the crate near the footboard then joined his lover.

Port smiled at me, looking awkward, walking with a weight on his side. “How are you?” he asked.

“Alive and cannot kick,” I said.

He angled the canvas on the wall, then placed the bags beside it. “I brought you colors,” he said.

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