The past few months had felt like a dream, a nightmare, and a whirlwind all at once.
Jack Maple. He’d been unknown, once. Sure he’d gotten some work put in a gallery but suddenly the mayor purchased one of his works to be displayed in City Hall. Then the orders began pouring in. People wanted to meet him. They wanted more of his work. He pulled so much out of storage to keep up with demands but then his manager had informed him he’d gotten him a ‘gig’ in New York.
Suddenly he was there, rubbing shoulders with the rich and artistic, whilst staying on the phone with Katelynn at night, missing her terribly. He hated missing out on the passing of her mother, and everything else, he hated being away.
But finally he’d ripped himself away from the people. He still had a lot of work to do, and had an open gallery travelling the country now without him (he really didn’t want to travel that much), and now heading home. He’d gotten in a plane, and now finally he was touching down in Metro City airport and he felt heartache at seeing the city.
How fast he’d come to love it, call it home, despite the dangers. But mostly, it was home, because she was here.
Needless to say he got in the first taxi he could to get home.
Jack Maple 