War Paint
By Sarah Black
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There’s an art to love.
Mural artist Ben has come from Tel Aviv to Atlanta to work on a commission. A successful artist, he’s still lonely and isolated after his family’s rejection. Ben is charmed and surprised when local soldier Eli mistakes him for homeless, and brings him a cup of coffee and a biscuit. This gesture opens the door. Eli is lost, trying to make sense of a future without the Army after a combat injury ends his career.
Art gives them a new language and a path forward. But lost men can reach out, desperate to hang on to anyone close. Is what they find together real, and the kind of love that will last?
States of Love: Stories of romance that span every corner of the United States.
Sarah Black
SARAH BLACK is a baker and baking instructor with 25 years of professional baking experience in New York City, having worked at such legendary bakeries as Tom Cat Bakery and Amy’s Bread and consulted with companies such as Whole Foods Market and Pepperidge Farm. Her future plans include teaching bread classes at The Seasoned Farmhouse and opening a recreational bread and baking school called Flowers and Bread in the spring of 2016, both in Clintonville, Ohio.
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War Paint - Sarah Black
Table of Contents
Blurb
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
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War Paint
By Sarah Black
There’s an art to love.
Mural artist Ben has come from Tel Aviv to Atlanta to work on a commission. A successful artist, he’s still lonely and isolated after his family’s rejection. Ben is charmed and surprised when local soldier Eli mistakes him for homeless, and brings him a cup of coffee and a biscuit. This gesture opens the door. Eli is lost, trying to make sense of a future without the Army after a combat injury ends his career.
Art gives them a new language and a path forward. But lost men can reach out, desperate to hang on to anyone close. Is what they find together real, and the kind of love that will last?
States of Love: Stories of romance that span every corner of the United States.
Chapter One
Ben on the Bench
BEN SAT on a bench in Cabbagetown, an old Atlanta neighborhood that used to be a mill town for the nearby Fulton Cotton Mill. The mill had been converted into lofts, and the neighborhood was being reborn, with shotgun shacks selling for a fortune and haute cuisine from across the globe replacing the local diners. Not all of the diners were gone, though. The Blue Plate down the block was by far the friendliest, and ugliest, building on the street. Built of painted concrete block and steel-clad windows, the Blue Plate pumped out the scent of frying sausage and baking biscuits, and that scent drew customers from all over Atlanta.
Ben watched the old Buick dealership across the street being painted gunmetal gray. The building was three stories high, made of old brick with big plate-glass industrial windows. The previous layers of paint were heavy with lead, so there would be no blasting down to the soft old brick. It was sad, he thought, that the rosy clay would never again feel sunshine on its face. The bricks were in lockdown. His painted layer would be the last in a long line. It was also sad they were using gunmetal gray when he very specifically detailed it should be dove gray. Dove was several shades lighter, a gentle color with a hopefulness gunmetal was seriously lacking. Americans, he thought, were both obsessed with guns and unable to follow directions.
Eli in the Diner
ELI SAT in a booth near the front window of the Blue Plate. He had his tablet on the table in front of him, and he was staring at the screen. The title said Eli’s War Journal, or, How a Young Man from Georgia Left Home and Lost His Mind. He hit the Delete button.
This whole journaling bullshit was more than he could take. The counselor was one of those soft grandmotherly women who liked to hug and looked like she would rather be knitting baby booties than talking with screwed-up vets. She suggested it might be easier to write down what he was feeling if he didn’t want to talk. Which would have been okay, but then she lost him entirely by suggesting he write down the way he was feeling on a piece of paper, and they could fold it into the shape of a bird and light it on fire.
The smoke from the meaning of the words will ascend to the heavens.
Her eyes bulged a bit with excitement when she described this plan. While she was talking, he was thinking about a pile of scrambled eggs and some homemade pork sausage at the Blue Plate.
Chapter Two
Ben on the Bench
BEN PULLED out his sketch pad and stared down at a blank page. The paper was so smooth and white, so empty and yearning. It tugged at his sleeve every three seconds, saying in a tiny paper voice, Don’t you have some ideas? Just give it a try, anything, make a mark, one little mark. Ben had a commission for a mural design for the big exterior wall of the Riviera building. Formerly a Buick dealership, the building was being refurbished into microlofts for the Cabbagetown crowd. Actually he liked the layout of the tiny lofts and thought 475 feet was more than enough for a downtown pad. He had his eye on one of the lofts when they were finished, if he could find another commission and extend his work visa. He could strip the interior bricks of their lead paint without danger to himself and David, and enjoy the warm color of the bare clay.
His commission was based on previous murals he had designed and painted all over the world, many of them in urban and industrial spaces. But the problem with being an artist, he thought, giving the blank paper his middle finger and closing the sketch pad, was there was no way to tell if your last idea was, really, your last idea. The owner suggested he incorporate a nod to the history of the building as a Buick dealership but said the design should appeal to the young and hip Cabbagetown demographic. He also was told a light gray with some pink and aqua might be nice. Pink and aqua, my God! Why didn’t he just screen print a gigantic image of James Dean with his pink hand up Marilyn’s flying skirts and call it a day? He could give Marilyn some aqua hair! Oh, wait, they could be driving away in a Buick. He was living in retro hell.
Eli in the Diner
THE WAITRESS, another soft woman in her fifties who wanted to fuss over him, refilled his coffee cup and took away the empty plate. Maybe he could be a busboy, he thought, watching her haul away armloads of dirty dishes. Now that his days as a soldier were over, he was having trouble thinking what to call himself. Busboy. The fact that the job title had the word boy
in it suggested the esteem in which it was held. That was about right. No, that was perfect. Eli the busboy.
He looked at the tablet again. He couldn’t write the word I. Every time he wrote I, me, my, some craziness filled his head like a witch’s brew of resentment, frustration, pain, hopelessness, what-the-fuck-all. He was crazy and getting crazier by the minute. He had actually said Jesus H. Christ
out loud and meant it. If he didn’t get his shit together, he was going to end up on the streets, mumbling to himself and drinking out of a paper bag to shut out the voices yammering in his head. That counselor, she was soft and grandmotherly, but she had something steely in her eyes. She suggested he write a journal, but the message was clearly Write the journal like I told you, or I will send your crazy ass to time-out.
Eli is a busboy.
He liked that. One step away from I am a busboy, but that was a critical step. What did they call it? Third person. Maybe he needed to look at himself in the third person. A step in the right direction. He looked out the diner window at the homeless guy sitting on the bench across the street. He had a stuffed backpack next to him and a scruffy little dog on a leash sitting at his feet, and he was staring off into space. A step in the wrong direction, Eli thought, and he could end up sitting on a bench, staring at the diner instead of sitting inside, eating scrambled eggs. Just one small step. Okay, Eli is a busboy. What next?
Chapter Three
Ben on the Bench
BEN WAS sketching the fins on the back ends of old Buicks as actual sharks’ fins swimming in an aqua sea. Several Buick noses poked above the surface of the water like strange car-manatee hybrids. He’d