Lonely artist
Amy could not find her good friend. They had an appointment to meet at the swimming pool for a cup of tea. Amy was very worried about the way her friend, Sue, was reacting after her accident. Sue could, at times, not remember anything that had happened to her.
After waiting fifteen minutes without Sue turning up Amy went off looking for her friend. She had a look at all their usual meeting places.
At last Amy went out in the garden. Reaching the rose garden, she could hear a soft humming. Opening up the foliage Amy saw Sue with her easel and paints happily painting and singing her favourite hymn. Between the soft singing she was also talking to herself.
“Sue, I was worried about you. What are you painting?”
“Here is my mother, between her roses,” replied Sue.
Amy only shook her head in disbelieve, there were only blotches of paint on the canvas. All Sue’s painting skills were also lost.
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