The Broken Bridge and the Dream

by Catherine M

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Messy Lines

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Chapter 1
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Large floor-to-ceiling windows cover two walls, and illuminate the room from sunrise to sunset. The room looked as though someone poured buckets of paint from every color into the room. Canvas tarps and paint cans cover the entire floor, and easels hold paintings containing different levels of completion. Each one completely different from the next, but still apparent that the same artist drew them. Sarah loved this room because it turned into the only room she shared with her Dad in her house. He would paint for hours while she would watch him and try to replicate what he did  in her sketchbook, but she never overcame her fear enough to put her work on a canvas for everyone to see. This room became a safe space, a space that Sarah shared only with her Dad where no one, not even her mother, entered because she knew that it was a space that was not necessarily welcoming to others.
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Her father served as the bridge between Sarah and her mother, Clarissa, always easing the tension, never stroking the storm. Sarah and her mother argue about everything, from why they have no food in the house to what classes Sarah should take to succeed.
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Finding Solace 

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Chapter 2
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The day the arguing stopped, Sarah realized it felt better than silence. At least when they argued, it meant they still communicated in some way. The silence started when she got the call from her mother that her father had died in a car crash. Receiving that call made the bright colors she usually viewed life get covered in obsidian black paint. His death seemed like the tipping point of her mother's tolerance for everything he enjoyed before his death. Sarah could no longer draw or paint when her mother decided to be present at home because the sound of the pencil against the page and the smell of the paint reminded her that her husband had died.
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