A Better Place

I was alone in the office when the call came through.  “Elaine is gone,” said the voice at the other end.  “What do you mean she’s gone?  Gone where?” I asked stupidly.

When the implication and meaning of those words finally hit me the tears started flowing. I’d given so much of myself to Elaine. The loss was almost unbearable but I had to be strong. I wanted to know every detail. I hoped with all my heart that she was in a better place.

With a trembling voice I asked, “How much?”


I’ll can always paint another portrait.

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