2 - Lucas Goes Sketching

2 - Lucas Goes Sketching

A Chapter by Tertia
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It’s the last week at University and Celia and Lucas are left behind. During the week they spend together an unlikely bond is formed.

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Chapter 2

The path through the hills was steep and winding. It was hard and stony and ran wet with streams in many places, making it muddy and slippery. Stye after stye and field after field eventually led , in a wiggly way to the remote harbour that Lucas Verity (Verrs) wanted to paint. The jam jar in his rucksack slapped with the tap water inside it.

As he walked, brushing his hands against the stems of long grass he thought of Daggs and realised how totally unalike they were, apart from being man and woman they were opposites in every other way too. She was loud, extrovert popular, he was quiet, sullen and shy. They were at opposite ends of the social spectrum. The grass heads made patterns in the breeze, showing their underside of damp yellow and mildewed black. They looked like a sea of hair, of soft flowing hair, like a woman’s hair.

Just him and her now, the oil and the water, chalk and cheese, not able to mix, nothing in common, but which was he? and did it matter. His train wasn’t till Friday that meant they would be in the house for a week together, something was bound to happen and if it did, he knew it would mean something him and nothing much to her. He stumbled on loose stones as he daydreamed. How in demand she’d been, the centre of attention in fact. Ports had gone out with her first and for nearly a year they dominated the shared house, making the rules, making fun of everyone else and pushing others aside. He reached the top of the last hill and took a deep breath. The view was worth it as he looked down on the perfect little harbour beneath a deep blue sky.

He sat on the slope of a hill with the harbour about thirty yards away in a position where he could see every detail of it and started to set himself up. The houses inland were to the left, the open sea to the right and the harbour bang slap in the middle. There was little row of cottages behind the harbour and a boatyard in the foreground. He unpacked his brushes, water jar, palette and A3 sketch pad and started lightly pencilling in some detail.

His mind drifted to Daggs again and he found himself staring into space with his mouth half open. The tip of the pencil made a mark on the pad that he didn’t want. He looked down at it, but continued to think of her, why was he having feelings for her? Just because she was attractive and available? He felt so cheap and shallow. He was a man and when it came to the opposite sex he was weak that was all. He pictured her scrubbing the floor, unaware in those few captured moments. He sketched the outline of the harbour wall, the short beach and the tackle houses and then set up his colours, his hand quivered.

She had gone out with Ports for a whole year and towards the end of it Davs secretly as well. Then she dumped Ports and continued seeing Davs before then dumping him. She’d cooked up a soufflé of lies to get away with it and fooled them and everybody else. She worked her way around her study group and the rumours were she had a list on the back of a picture and crossed names off when she had got bored with them. That was the rumour, the myth, the gossipy lie? He had no way of knowing if it was true or false.

He outlined the inland cottages, the few trees there were and noted the few people who were milling about to add in later on. He drew the large rusty chains that stretched across the beach into the water that were used to haul the boats in. He drew three fishing boats, a rowing boat and a pleasure cruiser. Randomly he added some waves and some breakers to the sea then started to paint. The sea was rough, creating a din as it crashed against distant rocks with white spray flying high in the air.

A loose wash of blue first to cover all the white, even where the clouds might be. Then a band of green at the bottom. All was set, he stopped to have a drink and a cheese and pickle sandwich. He lay back in the soft warm grass and looked at the scene.

In the boatyard there was a long rowing boat up on blocks being painted by someone out of view. His sipped tea, it went down well and made him feel good to be outside. He finished the faint pencil outlines of everything and let the paint dry before adding more. He tried not to think of Daggs, but she came to him suddenly, like an attack, he put Lotts there, but she was pushed aside like a vapour.

The person painting the boat came more closely into his view. It was young tomboyish looking girl of about seventeen. She had short blonde hair and a rosy outdoor complexion, she wore workmanlike trousers and old black boots. She looked at him briefly as she painted the prow. Now this was confusing, should he paint her in? She kept moving about.

‘I hope you’re not painting me,’ she shouted without looking up,’

‘No,’ he said. He got up to go over to her, but she was already walking up the slope towards him with her paint brush. He sat back down.

‘Let’s see then,’ she demanded in an off-hand way. She had a big smile, her eyes shone. He held up the sketchpad to her. Her eyes scanned the picture and then she said ‘I’m not in it,’

‘Do you want to be?’ he said looking her over with more consideration. She was older than seventeen, nineteen perhaps, maybe twenty. Her white t-shirt had splashes and daubs of paint on it.

‘Yes, why not,’ she said. He began to sketch the outline of her figure taking looks at her every now and then. As he did she stood more and more like a statue, not knowing what to do with the wide-headed paint brush.

‘Relax, stand naturally,’ he said quietly without looking up. He added a splash of colour to her, grey for her trousers and a hint of blue. ‘There,’

‘Yes, I like it,’ she said, smiling, her body swaying. She looked at him, assessing him and who he might be. ‘Are you a student?’

‘Yeah,’

‘From the city?’

‘Yes,’

‘Oh,’ she said getting fed up with one word answers,’

‘I’m taking Fine Art, it’s my final week, I live in a shared house. My name is Lucas, but they call me Verrs,’

‘Who’s they? And why do they call you that?’ she said flicking her brush out so the paint made a line of white on the grass.

‘My housemates. My last name’s Verity,’

‘That’s a rubbish naming system,’ she laughed.

‘I know,’

‘Will you paint me...Lucas? Lucas is a much better name,’

‘I’m no good at portraits...,’ he said, she looked put out and more like twenty-one now. ‘...but, I’ll give it a go,’

‘I don’t mind,’ she said at the same time.

‘Right,’ he looked at her, catching her eye. ‘Here on Wednesday, OK?’

‘Yes,’ she smiled.

‘Same time?’

‘Yes,’ she laughed, walking off suddenly. He realised he didn’t know her name, he went to call, but she was too far away, he’d look stupid.


© 2021 Tertia


Author's Note

Tertia
In the next chapter it’s ‘The Big Saturday Night Out’

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I like the whole chapter here. You portrays with ease how he was feeling about Daggs and his weakness towards her in general... It seems he was in a dilemma. Also you sketched the nature's beauty in a great way. A new entry into the story made it interesting too... I llked it.. Keep going

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tertia

5 Months Ago

Next chapters are already written just editing so please hold on and thanks for your feedback
Dreamer Sima

5 Months Ago

It was my pleasure dear... Keep posting



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Internal monologue to deliver backstory is not something I look for in narrative.

Posted 3 Months Ago


This is top-notch writing in many ways, but most striking is how poetic your descriptions are without tipping over into the realm of fantasy . . . every detail is rock-solid realistic, but at the same time floating in thin air like wispy treats. Your characters interact so authentically, and yet it's also an artful interaction each time. Your characters interact with the setting, such as painting the scene, interacting with another painter, on & on. This could be a horribly boring & static background info, but every little revelation comes alive. I get bored easily & sometimes my eyes glaze over & I skim a longer piece. I not only DO NOT SKIM when I read this, but I go back & read things over just to extract every drop of sweetness from your effusive ytt light-handed descriptions (((HUGS))) Fondly Margie

Posted 5 Months Ago


The interest mounts in this one. Having left Daggs behind, Lucas has, after a search, found a scene he wants to paint. The trouble is, he can't get his mind off Daggs. It's odd, because he knows they are complete opposites and fears the match would fizzle, yet something in him is attracted to her. As he is pondering this impasse, he sees a young woman who is painting a boat. She comes up to meet him, and in the ensuing conversation, agrees to pose for him in a day or two. Now he is entranced by this possibility, too. It looks like Lucas is tempting trouble in more than one place.

Posted 5 Months Ago


woah! nice! great descriptions of landscapes and emotions. congrats again, tertia. well done! looking forward to next chapter :) sincerely, Amber.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like the whole chapter here. You portrays with ease how he was feeling about Daggs and his weakness towards her in general... It seems he was in a dilemma. Also you sketched the nature's beauty in a great way. A new entry into the story made it interesting too... I llked it.. Keep going

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tertia

5 Months Ago

Next chapters are already written just editing so please hold on and thanks for your feedback
Dreamer Sima

5 Months Ago

It was my pleasure dear... Keep posting

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