Laura held her art in high esteem, and judging by the looks on her customers faces, so did they. Mindful, not everyone found a still film of a puzzle, in the shape of a mouth, with missing pieces wasn’t to everyone’s taste.
It wasn’t real, and her parents never got why she gave up work to be an artist. Yet, here they were. Standing in the art gallery, with champagne in their hands, toasting their only daughter.
‘Are you enjoying yourself?’ Laura asked.
‘Yes, and we are so proud of you.’
The price tags on her paintings were worth more than their parents car, and she vowed to share some of the proceeds. They looked after her, when there wasn’t any money coming in. Made sure she wasn’t thrown out of her flat, when she couldn’t afford the rent.
Her best art work, was an angel, made completely out of wire. It stood on a pair of soft angel wings, alive on a breeze. It almost drifted to the ground, with a beautiful curve.
It was her mum’s favourite.