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Victoria's Cove
Victoria died over a century ago, but her presence is still felt in the cove.
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Chapter 4- Breaking BreadEntry #293585

         The two tired men meandered up toward the road carrying the paintings along with Jason's tools. They carefully placed the pieces in the back of his aged black pickup beneath a covered bed.

         “Follow me up the coast a few miles, okay?,” Elliot injected, hoping Jason was still receptive to his invitation.

         “Okay.”

         Within five minutes, they came to a stop in front of a beach bungalow with a rooftop sign lettered, The Crow’s Nest. They made themselves comfortable at a corner table facing the ocean, each anticipating a long overdue meal. A bottle of Merlot sat between them, uncorked and ready to be consumed. Jason eagerly poured two full glasses and rolled the first sip across his tongue like a true connoisseur. “Ahhh, that felt good!”

         Elliot was a bit more apprehensive, concerned about the effect wine would have on his driving ability. He took a tiny sip to oblige Jason’s obvious need to unwind.

         “Your Victoria is quite the lady, isn’t she?”

         “She’s not my Victoria, but yes I’d have to agree. She’s quite special.”

         “I can’t recall experiencing this much intensity with a canvas. Paul's spirit is struggling with hers to hide the truth from us. The water and the rocks project the conflict in the second piece. Each brush stroke argues its angle. The whole damn thing is exhausting me,” Jason gulped another sip.

         “Will you be able to finish?”

         “Damn straight! I can’t leave a thing like this hanging around unfinished. Victoria has to tell her story. I guess I’ll try again tomorrow.”

         “Mind if I watch?”

         “Heck no. I may need reinforcements when this Paul fellow attempts to repeat history. It could get ugly.”

         “Don’t quite follow you. What’s the worst that could happen?”

         “ The truth will play itself out.”

          “And vindicate Victoria? That‘s a good thing from where I stand. Maybe then she‘ll rest in peace. And then so can I.”

         “Are you sure about that?”

         “What do you mean Jason?”

         “Okay, let me ask you this. How do you feel about witnessing Victoria’s murder?”

         “Oh, I see your point. That will not be easy.”

         “Perhaps you might want to intervene...save her life?”

         “But is that possible? We‘re talking about something from the past. Surely we can‘t alter history? Much as I‘d like to send Paul to the pits of hell, I can‘t see that as an option.”

         “What if it was?”

         “What are you saying, Jason?”

         “Don’t think in one dimension. Approach art as an alternative means of communication. It can tell a story, convey a feeling, fight a war or…”

         “Reveal the truth.”

         “But even more….it can reverse a truth. It can repaint an ending…....for posterity.”

         “But how?”

         “Meet me at the cove tomorrow at dawn and I’ll show you.”

         Elliot took a long sip from his glass, considering the implications as a waitress filled the small table with double orders of chowder and beef brisket. The two shared their meal without discussing Victoria any further, both knowing tomorrow could very well change history.”

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