An old piece of paper floated out of the book, and sailed softly to the ground. She stooped over to pick it up. It was a watercolour painting…
in a minute she was teleported back in time, she could see Ness, sitting on the ground, the floor was splattered with colours.
“Here… it is for you!” he has held out the painting like a diamond ring.
She smiled softly as she looked at him, basking in sunshine, sleeping like a baby, his spectacle dangling dangerously.
She picked it up from his nose gently… he smiled in his sleep or half slumber.
Wish you all had a nice, sweet 2013.
Have a blessed life!