Brian didn’t realize how messed up his worldview was until he saw for himself the cracks. Meanwhile Kate itemized the consequences he’d have to face if he didn’t get his head screwed on straight.
The problem was Brian could no longer see the meaningless splatter as anything but garbage. Fifty years from now, perhaps, they’d wish they did things differently, but now, to stop the throbs of screaming, Brian and Kate split up.
Kate met a succession of knights sparkling with possibilities until their dragons (or her own) appeared. Brian covered the canvas with snow white pigment to hide the cracks and bury a voice coming from a source deeper than his own distracting addictions.
Denise offers “canvas” as the word to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.