Timothy the Painter.A Story by KupoAn innocent boy lives in a guilty world.Little Timothy
was born to be painter. When he was
little, all he did was paint. He painted
at home. He painted
in kindergarten. He painted
at school. One day, his
friends discouraged him. “It’s bad.”,
“It’s pointless.” They said. But he kept
on painting. He went to high
school, here he also painted. But once
again, his friends tried to discourage him. “You’re
still painting?”, “Give up and get a real job!” They said. But Timothy
kept painting. A couple of
years later, Timothy was still painting. He was
studying it at the university. Here, he met
people who also painted, and who shared his passion. Timothy, by
chance spotted his old classmates from school. They were trying
to pick up women in a bar. They looked
drunk, with faces of lust on their heads. One of them
spotted Timothy, and called out to him. “Hey! Come
join us! I’ll give you a round!” He shouted. But Timothy
was gone, he had to paint. Some time
later, Timothy coincidentally spotted his friends from high school. They were
sitting in a sofa, smoking herbs and staring into the blank white wall. None of
them recognized Timothy, for they were all in a better place now. Their
bodies rotted away before Timothy, leaving only a petty pile of bones. Timothy
went home, with newfound resolve to paint. And so he
did. © 2017 KupoAuthor's Note
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