Page 38 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

have left, I believe he was quite friendly with them’ He agreed as he pushed back his chair to leave.
‘I’ll leave it in your care so’, he said picking up his mailbag and heading towards the door.
Glancing at the letter every so often I was tempted to open it. Thinking better of it I decided to call Mr. Harris.
‘Bring it in Amber at your convenience’, he advised me.
A couple of doors down from the estate office I spotted an empty unit with a large poster in the window advertising a new gallery opening soon. It read;
All Artists Welcome
Amateur and Professional
Display their Work
Please Contact phone no. 555 1630 If interested
I immediately took the number to call on my mobile phone. Although painting had always only been a hobby for me I had been told on many occasions that I should take it up full time. My mind drifted back to the days Tony and I would take pictures while out walking in the countryside or when we went on holiday. Instead of looking at photos of our last holiday I would show off my latest paintings of the scenery or our beautiful hotel. Wiping a stray tear, I stepped into Mr. Harris’ office.
‘Amber nice to see you’, he came forward and guided me to a chair. He called to his secretary to bring us two coffees. I handed him the letter and sat in silence waiting