Amanda was a little surprised that he would ask her. “I thought you have to be
part of a Union.”
but we can have that arranged.” Mr. Carter said.
Amanda liked the idea of being completely free of
commitment to any one spot, making her own money. The only “fees” she had to
pay were taxes. Then again, having a reliable steady check, and if Joey were to
to think about it first,” Amanda said after some thought.
that,” Mr. Carter said and he turned back to leave.
Amanda went into her apartment to grab her bag. Then she
walked over to Todd's to invite him to go with her to the art show, but there
was no answer when she knocked. She did have his cell phone number, but she
wasn't sure if she should call him. He was usually gone during the day, which
she assumed it was business or work related.
She decided to leave him alone for the moment and headed
The smell of old wood and freshly painted canvas greeted
Amanda as she opened the door to the art studio.
She immediately spotted Trisha, who seemed to be busy
talking to someone. Amanda was going to turn away when Trisha called her over.
She exclaimed, “It's good to see you here,” and Trisha gave her a hug.
Amanda wasn't a hugger and felt a little awkward, but she
was glad Trisha was glad to see her.
Amanda started, but Trisha interrupted her.
to meet and greet and all that.” Trisha said, “It's part of the whole art show
thing.” She wave her hand almost apologetically. “So I can't chat.”
Amanda nodded understandingly and Trisha was gone. At that
moment, she thought she saw Todd out of the corner of her eye, walking into
another room. She wasn't sure if it was really him, perhaps she was seeing
things. She decided to head that way and see what was there anyway.
She then saw Trisha hurry down the same way. She could hear
Trisha greet someone. Her voice carried well, even around corners.
On her way there, a painting caught her eye and she stopped
It had three sunflowers stretching to the sky, but instead
of a bright yellow petals, two of them were similar in color to the chicory
that she saw growing along the road back east. The third was also blueish
purple, but much darker, almost black. The leaves were a darker greenish brown.
The sunflowers looked up toward a dark blue sky.
Amanda looked closely at the bottom of the painting. It had
Trisha certainly has a way
of using colors as a form of expression, Amanda thought.
Amanda studied the painting. In spite of the colors being
off, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had been in a similar spot. She
tried imagining being in a field of sunflowers looking towards the sky, hoping
that it would trigger a memory, or two.
that painting too,” Amanda heard a whisper in her right ear. She didn't hear
Todd approach. This startled her, as she was usually pretty perceptive with
what was going on around her. She laughed and realized that she was probably
too engrossed in the painting to pay attention to anything else.
Amanda started, but what could she tell him? That she may have had a déjà vu
moment? Everyone had those. Other than that, there wasn't much to tell.
“Yeah,” she said finally, “Those flowers remind me of the
chicory back east. I kind of miss them.”
On the way home from the art show, Amanda stopped for a
coffee and a pastry. She couldn't stop thinking about the painting. Why did it
seem so familiar. As far as she could tell, there wasn't too many sunflower
fields near where she was found. It was mostly corn and cows. Was she that far
away from home?
She walked slowly to her apartment. Home, she thought,
where was that? It has been two years, and she has yet to feel at home.
By the time she got to the apartments, it was dark. She
sighed and looked up into the dark sky. It was overcast, giving off an orange
glow from the city lights. It wasn't like she would have been able to see the
stars anyway. The city lights drowned most of them out.
Amanda then got the idea to take trip back east to go back
to the place she was found. Perhaps that would give her some clues or even jog
her memory a little.
She opened the door and walked into her apartment, to find
the painting propped up against her wall.