He wondered who drew those colored patterns in the water. His physics teacher had explained how a thin film of petrol on water creates those patterns. Who cared about Physics anyway?
The chemistry that his creative mind shared with nature overruled everything. He did not think about his mother waiting for his return from school, with chocolate milk and biscuits. He had to recreate these patterns with the Camlin water colors that he owned. He hoped to graduate to oil paints and canvas in the future. But there was no money to go to art school. His mother was a single parent struggling to make ends meet.
Today, he would paint with full focus. He needed buyers for his abstract art. That was his only hope to get into art school. An artist was seeing his future in those patterns.
Inspired by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers’ Challenge – 100th Challenge