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  • Family Room 18" x 24" Oil on canvas. Available as Giclee on canvas or paper at ChimeraDitto.

    . . .explosive love

    He must have hurt her very bad. He was everywhere, though we did not see him. She said he was evil. She said he was listening. She said he was stalking her, hanging around in our house while we were out, touching her things, stealing from her, threatening her life. She said he had turned the neighbors against us. We could trust no one. We could not go outside. She said we were surrounded by the evil he sent to kill us.

    We never saw him. We thought the evil was real.

    Stifling. The second story flat was stifling. The walls, the floors, the plastic-covered furniture, the windows painted shut, the double-bolted locks, as if so much closeness could make us safe. The fierce heat made everything burn and die. Still, our childish faith propelled us forward or backwards or anywhere else but only in our dreams. Our games were real to us. Big enough to fill our days. We were all the same yet so very different. The games it took to sustain each one of us would break before we would run out of time. There was not a single one that would hold us.

    We'd start, but not finish even one together.

    Detail — Family Room