paint me like one of your French girls (tom)

[lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah]

District five was nothing like I had imagined it to be, but there was a tragic beauty to it that had my fingers itching to reach for a pencil. The streets were quieter than the ones back home, and despite the fact that I had only been here a few days, I missed the sound of the ocean- the smell of it too. Where in four the air smelt fresh, in five it smelt like mechanical pollution and oil.

It doesn't take long for my eyes to get mesmerised by a storefront that seemed different from the rest. Behind slightly dusty windows were displays of art. Art that was not like his own, it had more of a creative license that I felt like I lacked but wished I could tune into.

The sign on the door reads open and I hesitate for a moment before pushing it open, the gentle ding of a bell greeting at my entrance. "Hello?" I call quietly, slowly taking a moment to have a look around me. Each piece was so different, with intricate details that made my heart flutter with bliss.