Michael gave up. His art, like his life, was an unmitigated disaster. He had set out to pour all his passion, effort and love into what he hoped would become his masterpiece, but had failed miserably. Michael threw his aerosol can away and stood up. He climbed the parapet and walked towards the edge. One... Continue Reading →
His mother hugged him as he held the dead butterfly. He curses as the butterflies crash into his windshield. His daughter weeps next to him.