The art class was full, I knew instantly that I shouldn’t have come.
Two months since he had left on the worst day of my life. I hoped not to get into conversation; I hoped no one asked anything.
Just keep your head down and you will be fine.
“Now class, if you are all ready at your easels, I will unveil todays subject.”
The sheet dropped and I stared at the boat, so grey; so colourless, much like my life. Brush stokes flew around my canvas.
“Goodness, you are doing well today!”
“He drowned, see.” I didn’t say.
Written as a 100 word picture prompt for Friday Fictioneers.