All of Leon’s senses were screaming in agony just before he opened his eyes and he looked around. He was in what looked like a studio in the front of a room that had but a single chair (in which he was sitting). He must have been slumped but balanced carefully or he should have probably fallen over on his face.
Which likely would have ruined the effect the artist was going for. Said artist was eyeing him and then carefully painting on a large canvass. It was turned away from him, so while he couldn’t see what she was painting, he was obviously part of the subject. Continue reading “Meeting Maureen Tanner”