Read by Ben Phillips
The exhibit reached its conclusion, you see, in a big square room which just contained one painting. A triptych, they called it. Three almighty canvases put together to form one.
It was water lilies, of course. Took up an entire wall.
And there were benches in front of it, so I just sat down. And then allowed my mind to fall forward into that weightlessness of pastel colour.
I didn’t realise Kara had gone wandering back to see the scenes near Tower Bridge again.
When she tapped my shoulder, asked me if I’d been sitting here all this time, more than half an hour had passed.
I had gone completely elsewhere. I’d been lost. Blissfully so.
And Jer would never understand that.