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Chapter 2 – Unknown Junk
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Setting: A month or so later, a few days after the art show.
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Adam was working in his shed.
Alone.
It seemed that was what he was destined for, to be alone.
The last few days since Joan had destroyed his art had been some of the most difficult for him to bear. The only days that had been more difficult for him to get through had been those immediately following his mother's death three years before.
There were so many questions running through his mind but in the end it all came back to a single word...why?
Adam had found that he had lost his inspiration to do his art. The voices in his head that had driven him to create his sculptures seemed to have become silent and he was not sure he would ever hear them again.
Adam had not been able to deal with the silence and so had chosen to make noise by tossing and banging around the assortment of junk that he had in his shed. Maybe he could accomplish two things here, taking out his frustrations about what had happened at the art show and maybe make some sort of organized mess out of the stuff he kept in the shed. His dad would be pleased if he accomplished the latter. He was always saying how he never understood how Adam could find anything amid the chaos.
As he went to pick up a gear from a washing machine he had salvaged from the curb in front of the neighbor's house a few weeks back, Adam inadvertently knocked it to the floor and it rolled back under the bottom shelf along the wall. Annoyed, Adam got down on the floor to peer under the shelf and rescue the rollaway gear. When he finally got down low enough to see under the shelf and locate the part, Adam also noticed a small box that had been pushed far back into the corner. Adam didn't recall placing the box under the shelf and given his photographic memory, he was pretty sure he'd not been the one to put it there at all. Retrieving the gear and the box, Adam stood up and, after setting both down on the workbench, he pulled up his stool and sat down.
The gear forgotten amid the discovery of the box, Adam started sorting through the items inside. Mostly it appeared the box contained some old paintbrushes, an empty glass jar, some miscellaneous screws and nuts and some other stuff that didn't really seem to have any purpose. Though just as he was about to set the box aside to ask his dad about it later, Adam noticed a silver ring in the bottom corner of the box.
Picking it up out of the box, Adam noticed that it was a plain, silver band, engraved with a subtle but unique looking scroll work on the outside. Curious who the ring might have belonged to, he held it up closer to peer inside to see if there was an engraving or anything that could be a clue to the owner. As he tipped the ring toward the light he noticed some faint writing on the inside...
"What God has brought together..."
"That's strange," he said aloud and to no one in particular. "Wonder who this belonged to and how it got into my shed? Suppose it doesn't matter."
Trying it on various fingers, Adam found that it actually fit pretty well on his left index finger. He figured he'd go ahead and wear it for a while and ask his dad when he saw him if he knew where it had come from. Anyway the scrollwork was pretty cool; maybe he could use that as a pattern in some future piece, assuming that is if he ever found the inclination to attempt his art again...
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Chapter 2 – Unknown Junk
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Setting: A month or so later, a few days after the art show.
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Adam was working in his shed.
Alone.
It seemed that was what he was destined for, to be alone.
The last few days since Joan had destroyed his art had been some of the most difficult for him to bear. The only days that had been more difficult for him to get through had been those immediately following his mother's death three years before.
There were so many questions running through his mind but in the end it all came back to a single word...why?
Adam had found that he had lost his inspiration to do his art. The voices in his head that had driven him to create his sculptures seemed to have become silent and he was not sure he would ever hear them again.
Adam had not been able to deal with the silence and so had chosen to make noise by tossing and banging around the assortment of junk that he had in his shed. Maybe he could accomplish two things here, taking out his frustrations about what had happened at the art show and maybe make some sort of organized mess out of the stuff he kept in the shed. His dad would be pleased if he accomplished the latter. He was always saying how he never understood how Adam could find anything amid the chaos.
As he went to pick up a gear from a washing machine he had salvaged from the curb in front of the neighbor's house a few weeks back, Adam inadvertently knocked it to the floor and it rolled back under the bottom shelf along the wall. Annoyed, Adam got down on the floor to peer under the shelf and rescue the rollaway gear. When he finally got down low enough to see under the shelf and locate the part, Adam also noticed a small box that had been pushed far back into the corner. Adam didn't recall placing the box under the shelf and given his photographic memory, he was pretty sure he'd not been the one to put it there at all. Retrieving the gear and the box, Adam stood up and, after setting both down on the workbench, he pulled up his stool and sat down.
The gear forgotten amid the discovery of the box, Adam started sorting through the items inside. Mostly it appeared the box contained some old paintbrushes, an empty glass jar, some miscellaneous screws and nuts and some other stuff that didn't really seem to have any purpose. Though just as he was about to set the box aside to ask his dad about it later, Adam noticed a silver ring in the bottom corner of the box.
Picking it up out of the box, Adam noticed that it was a plain, silver band, engraved with a subtle but unique looking scroll work on the outside. Curious who the ring might have belonged to, he held it up closer to peer inside to see if there was an engraving or anything that could be a clue to the owner. As he tipped the ring toward the light he noticed some faint writing on the inside...
"What God has brought together..."
"That's strange," he said aloud and to no one in particular. "Wonder who this belonged to and how it got into my shed? Suppose it doesn't matter."
Trying it on various fingers, Adam found that it actually fit pretty well on his left index finger. He figured he'd go ahead and wear it for a while and ask his dad when he saw him if he knew where it had come from. Anyway the scrollwork was pretty cool; maybe he could use that as a pattern in some future piece, assuming that is if he ever found the inclination to attempt his art again...
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