“Wow!” he said, staring at the painting that took up most of their living room wall.
“I know, right,” she said, threading her arm through his. “My boss gave it to me. He stood by me today, and lost this sale, because he’s happy with my work and wanted me to have it.”
“It’s…huge,” he said, smiling at her. “And beautiful. It’s you, just in a different life.”
“She’s looking straight out of the picture, even though she’s working with the crystals. Just that turn of her head, and her gaze, makes the whole picture.”
“The colors are amazing.”
“They are,” she agreed.
“When do you think this is?”
“Sometime in the future. Hopefully the distant future,” she laughed. “I think after we destroy the earth, there are those who will continue to fight to keep Her alive.”
“And you’ll be one of those people,” he said, knowingly.
“Seems like it.”
“You always did love the ocean and those who lived in it.”
She nodded, and snuggled closer to him. “I think she’s trying to tell me something. And we have no idea where the painting came from or, who painted it.”
“It’s strange,” he muttered, staring at the picture. “It makes everything in the apartment seem tiny, she’s so big, everything is so big.”
“She represents the ocean and the gigantic mess we made. Big, is how it should be.”
He grunted. “I can love you now and in the future, both at the same time.”
“Maybe you can write a song about it.”
“Maybe I can.”
“The colors change with the light,” she said. “She goes from celery green, to blue gray or aqua.”
“Something smells good,” he said, turning toward the kitchen.
She grinned and started dragging him toward the other room. “I made vegetarian chili.”
“Yes,” she said, “From scratch.”
“How did you get the picture in here?” he asked, suddenly frowning.
She stopped moving and looked at him. “I…uh…don’t know. The guys must have done it for me.”
“There is no opening in this place that’s big enough for it to have been brought in.”
She shrugged. “Is that important?”
“I think it is,” he said, dishing up bowls of chili. “How did it get in here?”
“I have cornbread.”
“Perfect,” he said happily. “But what about the picture?”
“I have no idea how it got here. I guess it just wanted to be here, so it came by itself. That can happen can’t it?”
“No,” he said, “it can’t.”
“I don’t know what to say. Maybe the guys took it off the stretchers and rebuilt it here.”
“Did you give them your key?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“We need to figure this out,” he said. “The chili is delicious. I love it.”
“Thank you. I like it too, so let’s just enjoy it and think about the picture later, okay?”
“Sure,” he said. “But I’m not letting this go.”
The woman in the picture smiled and went about her work.