Loving Lola- Ch. 47

Surprise Visitor.

It is the night of the big showcase and Lola has not spoken to her sisters since that night. After everything that has happened, for the first time she is unsure if her sisters will be there to support her, despite that, she is uncertain if she wants them to. Over the course of those few days, her relationship with Eric has become stagnate with the decision of moving to New York still hanging in the air. From the time the position was offered, she has done nothing but think of all the people she’d be leaving behind, however, tonight she is hoping to silence those thoughts, making for a beautiful showcase.

“The Artis et Operis Gallery showcase has become one of the biggest social events since Lola’s higher three years ago, just look at all these people!” Timothy says with excitement. “I think this is more people than last year,” Stephanie adds. They both look at Lola with sparkles in their eyes but is soon deterred when they notice she is not sharing their glow, “okay, someone has kidnapped our Lola and replaced her with Ms. Gloom over here, why aren’t you shining like a thousand suns? Do you not see what you’ve done? Girl look at all these people in here, this is because of you!” Lola looks around the full gallery, “you’re right, I should be happy,” “happy? You should be elated, so why aren’t you?” “Lola,” Stephanie interjects, “you were requested at the front,” “requested? By whom?” she asks looking confused. “I’m not sure, they didn’t say,” Stephanie says looking at Timothy. Lola, feeling uneasy, slowly makes her way through the crowd to meet this stranger. Once she arrives to the front, she looks around for a familiar face but does not recognize anyone. She turns and asks the receptionist of the person who requested her, and before she is able to say, Lola hears a deep voice behind her calling out her name.

“Jhené! I’m starving, what do you want for dinner?” Giselle yells from the kitchen. Jhené walks in with a flyer for the Artis et Operis Gallery showcase, “did you know about this?” she asks Giselle. She looks at the flyer, nods her head and proceeds to look for something to eat. “So, were you not going to go?” Giselle sighs, “I don’t think she’d want me there Jhené.” “That’s bullshit and you know it” Jhené says angrily slamming the flyer onto the countertop, “how?” Giselle says with a monotone, “we haven’t spoken in days, but somehow you think just showing up to one of the most important nights of her career is a good idea?” “YES!” yells Jhené. Giselle shakes her head in disbelief and walks out of the kitchen. “Why not?” Jhené says following her, “because Jhené… it just doesn’t work like that,” Giselle says shutting herself in the bathroom. “Giselle!” she yells to her, “… I miss her okay… and I know you miss her to. I just… don’t want her to think that because shit hit the fan we don’t care. Even if I were mad at yall, I would still want to see your ugly faces at my very important event, and regardless of what happened, I think she’d want the same…” Giselle still does not respond, “please Giselle, I know it’s hard and maybe even a little scary, but we’re sisters, and we’re all we got.” Giselle unlocks the door and opens it slowly, “sighs, when did you become the big sister?” Jhené smirks, “when mine started acting like children” she says hugging Giselle. “sigh, I hope you’re right about this one,” “yeah me to. but hey, what’s the worst that can happen? She already said she could never hate us…” They both look at one another then start to get ready.

“Lola.” She stands frozen unable to respond. Her heart starts to pound, and the sound begins to grow louder and louder until it is the only sound that fills the room. This can’t be happening… why, of all nights, why show up tonight? I can’t do this…not now… No! Lola this is your night, this is your life, you will not let him control you anymore! Lola turns slowly and looks him straight in the eyes, “Dad, what are you doing here?”

The Painting

There’s that empty canvas,
It has unlimited possibilities.
You start with just one color,
And you paint it there with ease.
But then you have an idea,
You’d think you’d have that first,
But with an empty canvas,
There’s no satisfying your thirst.

Now you can change your mind,
And create a better picture;
You can even try and combine the colors,
To form a greater mixture.
With just one stroke of the brush,
You’ve created your first line.
With two or three more;
– Only you know for sure,
Those broken lines are combined.

Creating your first object,
Portraying it with ease,
You’ve just created your picture
Your own personal frieze.
But, don’t be so eager to finish,
While you still have some ideas,
The possibilities are endless,
And your mind is your galleria.

S.T.

Poem: Balloon

“It isn’t safe” they said to me, my cheeks were as red as roses.

When I was done, I tied you up and held you while you floated.

This is something I’ve never done, it’s beautiful, I might say,

Just let me take a few more breaths, and then I’ll be okay.

Blue and green, purple and yellow, all of them were mine,

They said that I could never do it, but I just needed time.

My proudest moment I could say was when I created you,

When no one else had faith in me, I just closed my eyes and blew.

My lungs became consumed with air, and I felt I was immune,

To anything I couldn’t do, when I tied my first balloon.

No inhaler was required, I just needed time to rest,

I took my seat upon a chair, and held onto my chest.

My lungs, they didn’t fail this time, I was proud as I could be,

Because no one thought it was possible, but I believed in me.

S.T.