Allyson Gust went to the park. Allyson Gust packed a blanket. It was not a picnic blanket, but a fuzzy blanket that probably shouldn’t be on grass. It was all she had while her finances were on hold. The blanket was forest green with a few white pills on the corner. She laid it out on a hilly spot overlooking the pond and nearby oak trees. It was a scenic spot and she wanted to capture it. She took out some computer paper she had been using to write a grocery list and turned it over on its back.
Allyson drew the outline as some ducks walked by. She wish she could capture the sound as well as it was so peaceful. After the serious drawing turned out okay she put that away and found another scrap peace of paper. Here she had some crayons that she kept from when she had lunch with Yora and her kid. She had everything except the neutral colors of course. Which made it ten times more challenging. Allyson started to draw the ducks in a more cartoon sense as if she was five. She placed the sun in the corner as it should be. Allyson had heard from Yora that kids these days draw the yellow sun in the middle of the page now. This was blasphemy to any millennial. Allyson shook her head in disbelief and had some strands of her golden blonde hair fall in front of her face. She puffed and put the hair behind her ear.
Allyson continued drawing and making a crazy monster chasing the ducks. Then an older couple out for a stroll and they saw all her other art supplies. With such a scenic view they asked to see what she was drawing. “Oh no, I don’t think you would want to…I wouldn’t call it art,” Allyson stammered. The older man replied, “Oh you’re just being modest. I’m sure it looks wonderful!” They continue and look over her shoulder and see the ducks being chased by a monster in bright yellow and red crayon. The older woman tries to hide her distaste, “Well, that certainly is…um…creative sweetie.” Her partner tried to save her, “I think it’s an interesting take on the world around us. It could be in a museum,” he lied through his teeth. The woman said, “I think we have something to get to…good luck with that!” After they had left, Allyson put her hand over her face in embarrassment. She took out the other drawing and hid the crayon monstrosity. Why didn’t she take out her real drawing. She was just so surprised people were talking to her again. Maybe there were some people that didn’t know about the accident.
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