I raised my sub-standard paintbrush, arching a third blue shadow. The bristle-edges left an unseemly blotch under the bunch of grapes on my canvas. One blotch…was very much like another.
Although their purple sheen emitted deliciousness, I looked beyond the glossy purple balls.
Jason's eyes were fixed. A dab of white paint had found its way to his nose, adding to his bewilderment. No wonder the other Art students laughed behind their symmetric pictographs.
But Jason held something…some mysterious enigma in the tilt of his head. That had to be why I couldn’t take my eyes off him.