About Timeless
by CB Potts
60 pages
/ 16500 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-531-8, 1-60370-531-7
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
Justin's a young painter doing pet portraits for pay. He wants to do better work, but he has to pay the bills, right? Fine art doesn't put food on the table in a small town. Gallery owner Wayne discovers Justin at a small town art show, and sees the kind of talent Justin has.
Of course, Wayne sees a lot more in Justin than just art, and he wants to take the young man away with him to Manhattan, where he'll try to help out Justin's career. Once they get there, Justin's not so sure, and he has to decide if what he has with Wayne is the real thing, or just a lot of hot sex in a recliner.
Sample
"Look at this one!" The woman’s voice was loud enough to be heard from space, never mind the crowded confines of the Art Faire. "It looks just like my Lady Belle!"
Justin smiled. "Your Lady Belle must be one good looking dog, ma’am. The model for that picture is named Sasha’s Diamond Point, and she took best in show this spring, at the AKC Regionals."
"Really." The lady looked at her friend, one carefully pencilled eyebrow arching upward. "And how much did you say it was?"
"Sixty-five dollars."
"I really shouldn’t." She was already reaching for her purse. "But it’s so darling!"
"You do custom portraits, too?" The lady’s friend had picked up Justin’s card, scrutinizing the few lines of print she found there as if they contained the meaning of life.
"Yes, ma’am." Justin grinned and gave a little half-bow. "Pet Portraits by Justin, that’s me." He took the thin stack of bills the lady was handing him. "Much obliged."
"How much is it," the lady asked, examining her purchase, "for a custom piece?"
"That size? Three hundred dollars." Justin pointed to a larger canvas, where a shaggy collie lounged, pink tongue barely visible between just parted jaws. "A bigger work like that will run you five to seven."
The lady’s friend let out a low whistle. "People will pay that much for you to paint their pooch?"
"Sometimes. More often it’s a cat." Justin smiled. "And once it was a turtle. That was different."
"I guess it would be." The lady’s friend smiled back, flirting just a little. "What do you say about that, Tricia?"
Tricia smiled. "I say I got quite a good deal!"
The women cackled, triumphant over their purchase. Justin could hear them laughing as they moved through the Faire.
"Man, doesn’t that just frost your balls?" The question came from Darlene, his best friend. She had the stall directly across the aisle from Justin’s. Her work featured a lot of faceless women wielding double-bitted axes and grrrl-rage zines. "I hate establishment bitches like that!"
"Ah, you can’t let them get you down," Justin said. He bent over, rummaging through the plastic totes that held his inventory. "Especially when they go for the classics." The painting he retrieved was virtually identical to the one Tricia purchased. "Thank God for Sasha’s Diamond Point."
Darlene laughed. "From your lips to Her ears."