BLAIR’S POV.
It was blazing hot.
The sun beat down mercilessly upon the parched plain. Trees that looked stunted dotted the landscape. The grass was a harsh yellow. And nestled amongst a cluster of surprisingly lush green cottonwoods that grew by a small creek, was a weathered, doorless shack.
In the shade of the sagging, overhanging roof, I sat close to my painting. First, it looked less than what I had expected but then I couldn't deny the beauty of it.
It was unbearably hot, just before siesta time. I had sat in front of my painting for the past hour, and I was flushed and wet with sweat. My thin blouse and skirt were sticking wetly to my skin, and my hair was falling down around my face. This was the only place I'd be and no one would disturb me, and it felt so relaxing. I heard th
