The conversation around the bonfire grew quiet as Ludwig stepped into the circle. The campers scooted back a bit in anticipation to what was about to happen.
Ludwig rubbed his hands together and then began to sign his tale of terror. Some averted their eyes, not wanting to hear about the horrors, but others stared with rapt attention.
Soon Ludwig concluded his tale of woe and the hands of his audience waved back and forth in appreciation, even the monster that was hiding in the tree line. Tonight he would go hungry, because it was that good of a story.
He sat in the chair, transfixed on the clothed canvas before him, hints of what lay beneath poking out at various points. His anticipation growing by the minute, he was afraid he was going to burst before this was all over.
She slowly revealed her canvas, piece by piece. The art danced before his eyes, mesmerizing him as more and more of the picture was exposed. What he originally thought was a collage of disparate pieces began to coalesce together into one masterwork. Soon everything was revealed and it took his breath away.
She smiled a coy smile. “Want to have a closer look?”
He was shaking as he approached. Even mere inches away the art was unbelievably complex. His excitement threatened to explode. What stood before him was amazing in every way.
She giggled. “I knew you liked tattoos, but I didn’t expect this.”
I have deprived myself from you long enough. My desire to be in your arms is almost overwhelming. The mere thought of being in your sweet embrace leaves me breathless in anticipation. Is it too much to hope you will join me in my bed tonight? I know I have spurned you lately. Two days ago it was that movie I really wanted to watch, but I started it way too late. Yesterday it was the work I brought home. Things keep getting in the way between us. I want to make it up to you. I love you sleep.