Plein Air

She had a lot of time on her hands nowadays. Much more time than she had planned for. She had always told herself that if she had the time she would like to take up her art again. She hadn’t painted since High School when she was discouraged by one of her teachers from pursuing a career in art. It felt good to be doing it again. Once she got started painting she was in “the flow” like Mihály Csíkszentmihályi described it. She lost all sense of time and felt almost in a meditative state. She was barely aware of her surrounding except for the flower she was focused on capturing on her canvas. That was until she heard the sound from a TV news broadcast coming from the neighbor’s patio. Ashley Madison hack  predicted to have impact on many marriages. It already had an effect on hers. She had endured his emotional abuse for years thinking it was wrong to get a divorce. When she saw his name on the website she knew it was time to start her new life. She moved out last week after she withdrew all the money from their savings account.

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32 thoughts on “Plein Air

  1. Priceless Joy

    That is wonderful that she took up her art again. Sounds like Ashley wasn’t the right spouse for her and it’s good she got away from him – taking their savings with her. Great story Deborah and thank you for participating in the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge!

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  2. Joy Pixley

    How sad, the reason why she has much more time on her hands than she had planned for. No matter why it ended, there is sadness and loss, which you portray so well here. But also hope, because she is no longer doing what she is supposed to or expected to do, but what she wants to do. Even if it turns out she’s not that good at painting, who cares, it’s for her!

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  3. JoAnna

    Now she can go back to her art. I did that in response to my divorce. It can be such a comfort going back to the things we loved before life disappointed us. Her art and, mine waited for us to return.

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