Picasso Meets Dr. Frankie by Indira Nankoosingh (highly illogical behavior TXT) 📕

the doorbell. Within moments Dr. Frankie answered, now leading Picasso into the lab where he saw his bride still lying on the gurney. Picasso was now able to see her face, and admired this wonderful creation lying there. His bride was a spitting image of his dead wife, but with some minor adjustments such as: she had two crossed hazel eyes, and two elf-like ears. Her breasts were unaligned, meaning one was much higher than what it should be. Her figure though, was like an hour glass shape just like Trish, which made him extremely happy. Picasso helped his bride to her feet. He thanked the doctor and took his magnificent new bride home. There he would teach her to speak, and communicate with others in a warm manner like Trish used to.

 

A few days later, he realized that he did not have a name for his new bride, and thought carefully what her name should be. He studied her as she picked up the letter cards to learn the alphabet, but was not sure what to name her. “Maybe a name will come to me in my sleep tonight, for now I must make us some dinner,” thinking how famished he was.

 

As he walked toward the kitchen to gather some vegetables, fish and rice from the fridge he laid them on the counter to prepare them for a stir-fry.

 

Once dinner was ready a half hour later, he called out for his bride, but she did not come. He walked back to the living room and gently lured her toward the kitchen. Once there, he guided her to the kitchen table and helped her to her seat. He then taught her how to use the fork, and when she understood how it was used he went to the chair across from her and sat. While watching his bride, he realized that she needed a name sooner than he thought, so that she would come on her own when called. He studied her again as she so delicately lifted the fork to her mouth, and to his amazement he noticed how fast she had learned to master such a task.  It was then in that moment a name came to him.

“I know, I will call her Lily. Yes, that is a perfect name for her, I think.” He then asked her how she liked the name Lily and she seemed quite delighted at the mention of it, and grinned happily.

 “So you like the name Lily. That will be your name from now on.”

“Lily,” she repeated with a childish grin still upon her slightly imperfect, but delicate face.”

“Okay, now go on, eat.”

 

Days had passed, and as he continued teaching her appropriate behavior and politeness, he began to paint once more, but with more depth and vibrancy to his works of art. In fact it became so easy to him that his brush strokes flowed upon the canvass as he watched her reading, or practicing how to be a lady.

Yes he painted many creations of his new bride Lily, and later made millions with the portraits of her,  engaging in many tasks around the house.

 

 

 

 

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Text: Indira Nankoosingh
Editing: Author
Publication Date: 04-08-2013

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