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Henri Marie Raymond de Toulouse-Lautrec-Monfa

She slowly backed the car into a spot, then pulled up a bit, then backed up a little as he eyed up the row of artwork lined up at a yard sale.

“Would you park already!” he yelled playfully. She giggled and started pulling forward again just to get him riled.

“Hey!” he said, pretending to shove her. She laughed harder.

“It’s fine! Go on without me!”

“You know I can’t do that. Yard sale etiquette.”

She stopped the car and turned off the engine, but by that time he was already out the door.

“Come on!” she heard him say, muffled through the closed windows. She smiled; she couldn’t help but love him. She undid her seatbelt and joined him.

They were both pulled toward the same piece of art at the same time.

“Wow,” he said, picking it up. “I love this.”

“Me too,” she agreed.

The artwork was a dark blue silhouette screen print of a man with a big had, bushy beard and old-fashioned glasses. Next to the image was the name Lautrec in fancy lettering.

“I wonder who this is! I want it.”

“It would look great on our red wall,” she said as she pulled out her phone and started typing what he could only assume was the name on Google. He waited a moment knowing what she would say.

“Henri Marie Raymond de Toulouse-Lautrec-Monfa.”

“Well that’s a mouthful. Glad the artist shortened it for this print.”

She ignored him and continued. “Post-impressionist French painter, printmaker, draftsman and illustrator, wow he sounds interesting. Says he is as well known as Cezanne and Van Gogh.”

“Hmm…then why haven’t I heard of him, but I know them?”

She ran her finger up the screen. “Um…you have. We brought one of his back from Paris.”

“No we didn’t!” He thought for a moment. “Did we?”

“Yup. Look!” She showed him the phone.

“Funny. Who knew? I like Lautrec!”

“We do, honey. We do.”

He looked at the print once more then held it up to the purveyor of the sale.

“How much?”


Starving Artists

Music to go along with this story:  Staralfur by Sigur Ros.

Music played in the background as she was stretched out on the couch, resting her head on his lap and her feet on the arm of the old, beaten up couch.  He played with her short, brown hair, and she smiled.

“I love how content we can be, just sitting here.”  He nodded agreement.  She continued.  “Do you think we’ll be poor forever?”

“Poor but happy,” he said with a smile as she sat up and he put his arm around her, drawing her closing.

“That sounds nice,” she said, allowing herself to be pulled in.

“Starving artists, and all.  But if you want we could totally get nine-to-five jobs.  But…”

“We’d miss out on moments like this.  If we worked normal jobs, we’d both just be getting home.”

“Complaining about work.”

“Worrying about dinner.”

“Fighting over who has to do the dishes.”

“That’s just not us.”

They both paused, thinking about this alternate world.

“You know, we end up with so many…”

“Responsibilities?” he finished.  She smiled at this and nodded, placing her head on his shoulder.

“You know, there’s only one way to ever be free of them, ever again.”

“Going insane?”

“Exactly.  And that would put the burden onto someone else, our parents, most likely.  Seems unfair.  But that’s our only possible escape, from here on out.”

She looked up and played with his hair in the back a little, pulling on it to make him smile.

“Insane is the idea of giving all this up,” she said.  He nodded and picked up a nearby notebook.

“Tic tac toe?”

She smiled and they played.