Six Sentence Stories - Canvas

Image by Alexander Lesnitsky from Pixabay 

Sue recognized the number of the incoming call as being one of the senior centers where she often helped out, so she answered suspecting that there was some kind of a need. The voice on the other end wasn’t one she recognized, but she was somewhat intrigued by what she heard when after a few introductory remarks, the man who identified himself as Steve Silver said, “It was brought to my attention that you have done some canvas work and I am kind of in a pinch. Would you be willing to meet with me at 10 a.m. in the Lake View Room at the south center on Thursday so I can go over the details to see if this is something you might want to take part in for a few weeks?"

 

Recently she had received a flyer from the center about some upcoming art classes and had been debating if she wanted to sign up for an oil painting class and maybe make use of one more of her unused canvases taking up space in her closet.

Thursday morning she grabbed a small miniature canvas done in pen and ink that she had finished last year of the fountain in the city square and stuck it in her tote, just in case. She felt a little silly, and disappointed when she learned that Steve was being encouraged to run for a local water district position, and he needed one more person to do some convassing to help him get some idea of how many voters would consider backing him.

Six Sentence Stories - Canvas
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