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Unrealised dreams |
| Written by Tim Hayes | |
| Tuesday, 26 February 2008 | |
Jamie found himself drawn to the window of Aunt Aggie’s Art Supplies once again on the way home from school. It was the thirteenth time that month that he had found himself whittling away the hour, glaring longingly at the wonderful wares on offer. One piece particularly took his fancy. The Premier Painting Kit. The shear brilliance of the countless colours entombed in their pots bedazzled and enthralled young Jamie. How he longed to put them all to use. Daffodil yellow; the perfect radiance for creating the all significant sun, which would become the highlight of his beautiful creation. Blue bayou; a more fitting buoyancy to the backdrop of his masterpiece Frankie could hardly imagine. And parsley green; the long sweeping meadows of his foreground were begging for its brilliance. Jamie vowed at this instance to make the palette his very own.
“Why don’t you come inside and take a closer look my dear?” enticed the rosy lady, that Jamie could only assume was Aunt Aggie herself, from the door of the mystic emporium. Before uttering a reply Jamie spun on his heels and scampered down the high street toward home.
The forty minute walk home passed unnoticed, lost in the imagination of the young boy. The endless possibilities promised by an empty canvass enchanted Jamie. He would repetitively fabricate his images and ceremoniously wipe the slate the clean again for the next one. The illustrations would race through his head. First a moody countryside, dampened by the dullness of the overcast conditions. Its deep greens of foliage were only rivalled by the intensity of their shadows. Then a foreboding desert, screaming at its very existence. The harsh, relenting brightness of the sky would by coupled by the angry yellow and reds of the helpless sands. When closer to home Jamie started to paint the image of his house in his head. This one he found the more difficult to envisage. The conception of colours seemed too personal to identify with here, so he settled with a multicoloured dream.
Jamie had endlessly hassled his parents to buy the paint set for him and he knew with only a day to go before his birthday his wish would soon become reality. The thought of this made Jamie restless. He continually asked himself how to welcome this exquisite gift into his life. He decided that nothing less than a complete makeover of his room would suffice, so he set about his task. His room had become quite a mess; clothes strewn all over the floor, endless books pilled here and there, toys abandoned in all corners and the general scruffiness must all be dealt with. He gathered up all his clothes to store in his wash bin, placed all his books neatly on the shelf, packed away all his toys and straightened his bed and furniture. Now all that was left was to tidy his desk. Yes, this would be the ideal location for his pride and joy.
He begun by removing all the papers and magazines that were on his desks surface and threw them away. Although the desk looked tidy Jamie couldn’t stop here. He threw away all his pens and pencils, his miniature globe, his lamp, his dictionary, his car ornament and his clock. He could now rest easily knowing that his alter was perfectly clean and ready to accept his sacred offering. Jamie slept soundly that night.
“Happy birthday son!” crooned Jamie’s parents. Jamie hardly had time to open his eyes before he leaped out of bed and sprinted towards the gleaming present awaiting him on his desk. He tore and ripped at the paper and was left admiring the sparking Premier Paint Kit that was trembling in his hands. All the amazing images that he had conjured from within suddenly fluttered before his eyes. He drew a deep breath and placed his blessed possession in its final resting place on the centre of his desk, never to be opened never to be touched. Copyright 2008 Tim Hayes |
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