Chapter 30 : Raising The White Flag

We worked well into the night on our respective pieces. Craig painted in silence, but he had moved his easel now and his body was now facing me instead of away. I couldn't see why he was working on though. He wanted to keep it a a secret until it was finally done.

I, on the other hand, was not at all sure what I was doing. I had started and destroyed so many different shapes that I had lost count at 20. The creative juices just weren’t flowing the way they had that night. But I also think that had to do with the fact that I was not severely depressed anymore unlike that day.

I had just squashed another wet piece when a granola bar was waved in front of my face.

“You need to eat something,” Craig stated. He waved the bar in my face again. “It has cranberries in it.”

I hated that he had picked up on my slight addiction to the fruit.

I grabbed the treat with a grateful smile and moved away from my now destroyed piece. “Any progress on yours?” I asked.

The man had taken off h