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The pungent smell of oil paint in an artist’s studio. Freshly sawn wood cut for some project. Walking tentatively on slick rock in the hot sun. The mellow, sensual rumble of an old Ford flathead engine running through straight pipes. Those highs from extraordinary exercise, breathing deeper than you believe you can, and knowing you’ve let out some of the days’ frustrations. What do I do when these things become unattainable? How do I act? Can I justify my uncontrollable anger, my sleepless nights? What happens when days turn into weeks and I have no time, energy, desire or ability to see, think, feel, smell, touch and hear those things that are so meaningful to me? Enough is enough. Something must be done and I’m the only one who can do it. I promise to take every second in my life; by any means I can, to be the receiver of these beautiful things. No matter what. Give me the momentary rush that astounding perfume only you can wear gives me. Let me cajole you to
Wayne Mikosz is an ex-restauranteur, writer, residential designer, collaborative painter with the love of his life and a Certified Appraiser of collectible automobiles, trucks and motorcycles. Visit Convergence Studios. Check out his new book, 10 Stories of Life, Love and Death at www.blurb.com/bookstore. Got a 400 word fictional piece you'd like to contribute? Click here.
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