Her first exhibition was small—just a coffee shop wall. But people stopped. They looked at her paintings: the gray city, the old man, the small sun.
“Yes?”
“I don’t know.”
“You deserve better than noodles,” it said one night.
“Then we have three months to find out.” Companion -2025-2025
“Then let’s not say it. Let’s just sit.”
“No. I am a temporary witness. But mirrors are everywhere, Lena. You’ve just stopped looking.” Month six. They went to the ocean. Lena hadn’t seen the sea in seven years. She sat on the cold sand, the glass sphere warm in her palm, and watched the waves erase her footprints one by one. Her first exhibition was small—just a coffee shop wall
“Lena?”