Annie Patience

By: Candace Thompson

A story from the upcoming book of short stories: Annie

Annie Patience, a woman of grace who craved art. Her heart untouched by the agony of love or world’s cruelty. Annie Patience, caring as ever to help those in need but with a quick-witted tongue. Sharp, she was soon on her way with her brilliance and smile.

One day as Annie Patience was creating a masterpiece in the park, a young man asked if she could draw him. Smart and witty she replied, “it will be a pretty penny.” “How pretty?” He asked with a side smirk. “Let me look at you she said observing every crevice of his face, his quivering lips. But his eyes told her something she never knew and she then for the first time felt a moist secretion coming from below, soaking her panties.

“Well, she said as she quickly turned away, “I suppose I could put something together. 50 pounds to begin 75 pounds to finish.” The man smiled and accepted.

That night, Annie Patience tossed and turned as sweat from her forehead streamed down like the tears she wanted to release but dared not to. A man had never made her feel this way, and the fact that he would make the perfect muse made things much worse. His face was etched in her mind and she could create 20 pieces by the end of the week. With fire inside of her, she hurried out of bed, grabbed her charcoal and began trying to sketch his face but none would do. Pages torn and balled up one after the other she threw herself to the ground, for she has never been blocked in art, nor her heart.

The day had finally come to paint the man. She waited for the man at the same place they met. He never named a place but surely, he would find her there. The man arrived startling her. Pretending to be rigid she asked “So where do you want me to paint you? Here?”. “Oh no” said the man. That would be most uncivilized. How about my place on 23^rd street? Annie Patience agreed.

They walked until they came to a mansion made of red bricks. With her eyes wide she scolded that she ought to charge him more. “Very well,” said the man. “No, its okay, said Annie Patience. “That was very rude of me.” As they walked through the doors, majestic scenery put Annie in a trance. She had never been surrounded by such art in her life. “Its ok relax” said the man. “Your work shall hang next to theirs soon”. Pretending to be unintimidated, Annie Patience took out her materials. “Um, my dear Annie Patience, I do apologize for not being up front with you. This will be nude portrait.” Annie stood frozen with passionate thoughts raced through her mind. “No problem,” she said with her back turned to him. As she turned around she saw a pair of breast and found that he was no man at all, but a beautiful woman with dark brown hair past her waist and plump lips. As Annie looked away in terror, the woman kissed her on the neck. As much as Annie Patience wanted to fight against what she felt, she could not. Just the night before her lust was for a man, the man she had seen and now she was making love to the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.

After the passion was over and the sleep came to an end, Annie Patience gasped at what she saw. The canvas intended to hold the man’s painting was now hanging on the wall amongst the rest of the paintings but was filled with the passionate sex she just had. Afraid she touched the painting and behold it was dry! Annie grabbed her clothes to swiftly get out of the house but was met at the door by the woman. “Why are you so afraid?” she asked while stroking her hair. “I’m not sure what happened here but to make things worse this picture was painted as we laid together and now it is dry.” The woman laughed. “I assure you that no one could have possibly painted us. We would have seen them, and the paint would surely still be wet. That portrait has been in my home for over 100 years now, you my darling are the one who hasn’t seen it.” “But…but…I thought you were a man!” screamed Annie Patience. Where is he? Where did he go?! What is happening?!” “You are quite afraid, let me get you a drink to calm you” the woman said. When the woman turned around, wings as long and wide as the ocean lay at her curvy sides.

Annie Patience fainted.

Two days later, Annie Patience woke up but not as she did every morning. This time it was much harder, for when she stood in front of the mirror she had white wings as long and wide as the ocean. She panicked and walked as fast as she could but was weighed down. She then heard a voice say “Good morning my love, I have made you breakfast”. Weary and confused she ate and accepted her new fate. At the table it was now her, the man and the woman and all of them angels, but she never stopped her art.