part 3

If not for the distractions of daily subsistance Jacqueline may have ended up soundly fixed in a stare, locked in a battle between her conscious detachment and subconcious yearnings. Unknown, unexplored yearnings eager to feed on the mystery. Just as coy fish feeding serenely at the surface belie the complexity below the murky park pond water her colours were radiant just below a stagnant surface being fed by tourists of literature and documentaries, sitcoms and reality shows.

Each day the stain took on more fascinating and unique forms. She found herself looking forward to returning home from work and settling in to her favourite recliner in the center of the room (where she had now placed it) just below the morphing blot.