Adrian || The Paint's Still Wet

[Lily Peake]

There was something that Lily had been learning lately, that it was never too late to change things and that mistakes could just be built upon and make all the positive difference in the world. And of course, she learned this lesson through art. She learned everything from art, and maybe song lyrics. Her mother had been blasting a few unknown songs, and in passing she heard one line that she found beautifully poetic.

The paint's still wet in your do it by number dream

Thats exactly what Lily was humming as she sat there on top of the wooden rail of the bridge. it was just big enough to fit her slender form. On her knees she had a pad of thick art paper and beside her she had a box of pastels. Her hands were smeared with color, and she had a green streak on her cheek and a yellow one on her forehead. She'd been drawing her view from the bridge, the water, the grass, the flowers. She was so drawn in that she didn't hear anyone getting closer, not like that bothered her, but the surprise could send her into the river if she wasn't careful.