Malu
I spend most of the day stuck in my atelier, painting and appreciating this sudden wave of inspiration that took me over. Time passes and I don’t even feel it. I just stay here, lost in a world of colors, brushes, mixtures, thinners and canvases, having only Florence + The Machine as my companion.
Suddenly, my cell phone rings and startles me. I look at the device while I clean my hands in a rag. Clara.
“Hi, Clarinha.”
“Hi, Malu.” She takes a deep breath. “I made pizza. Come over for dinner.”
I let out a yell of satisfaction!
“Yay! But… wait. Is it already dinner time?”
“Past dinner time. It’s almost ten in the evening. What have you been doing?” I look at my watch and I’m startled by what time it is.
“I was painting. Damn! I haven’t even eaten.” My stomach chooses this exact
