Mine for a Moment

“The soft rattling of the spray can in my hands steals away my every thought, momentarily dulling the heartache that led me to these deserted streets in the first place. My heart thunders in my ears, quietening everything else as I put the final touches on my latest artwork. My stomach tightens as I step back to take in the final result—a realistic depiction of a girl leaning against the wall of the old apartment block I’m standing in front of, her head thrown back and her eyes squeezed closed as tears stream down her face, leaving mascara tracks on her cheeks.”