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Jason sighed deeply as Elliot composed himself. “It’s my art. Sometimes it attracts lost souls, like some kind of strange antenna. Guess the equipment is still working. This hasn’t happened in a while. But then, I came here.”
Elliot smiled and nodded. “You’ve attracted Victoria’s attention. She’s chosen to reach me through your canvas. This is a new media for her. Previously, she’s floated across the waves late at night, or scaled the shadows of the tower or haunted my dreams. This is her boldest statement yet.“
“My canvas?”
“Please tell me you realize that you’ve painted her into the tower?” Elliot begged while focusing on the feminine silhouette.
“Ahh, you’re referring to that shadowy woman at the highest point of the tower. Yes, I did imagine a presence standing there looking out onto the ocean. Is that Victoria?”
“It’s her.”
“She was put there out of sheer necessity to personify the energy I’ve tapped into here. Her image migrated from my mind unto the canvas, but then so does most everything else. My technique has always hinged on sensing energy and transforming it unto the canvas.”
“So, she’s gotten into your head. Beware my friend, this is just the beginning.”
“Oh, I disagree. I’ve had to acknowledge disembodiments and entities throughout many of my pieces. But when the final brush stroke is made, the story is told and the spirit is put to rest. I suspect Victoria has been wanting to tell you something for a long time. What do you suppose it is?”
“Well, if I were to venture a guess, you are in the process of illustrating the final moments leading to her death.”
"Then, by all means, let Victoria tell her story."
Jason placed a fresh white canvas on his easel and recreated the tower in oil, confident Victoria would claim occupancy. Elliot watched mesmorized as Jason breathed life into the mystical picture show.
Victoria once again appeared at the top of the tower, but this time she was joined by the silhouette of a man. The tower itself cast a gray shadow across the cove, turning the ocean a murky shade of green with white caps strong enough to slice through rocks.
"It's taken on a darker quality now that he's there with her," Elliot sulked.
"Yes, the colors have all grayed and the water is distinctly ominous and foreboding," Jason added while furiously painting.
One by one, the eleven other easels withdrew from high tide's claim. Hours counted by unnoticed as the sun shifted west to begin its descent beyond the horizon. "I've got to stop. This is zapping all of my energy," Jason sighed while falling into his seldom used folding chair.
"You've been at this for hours. Please, let me buy you dinner," Elliot offered.
"Victoria is quite persistent isn't she?"
"Yes, she is."
"Dinner sounds good. And perhaps a sip of Merlot," Jason suggested.
"Great, I know a place just down the coast that serves a mean chowder and brisket."
"Sounds good. Lead the way."
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