"The Gallery" by Meghan Wilson

The Gallery

The setting is somewhat serene to me in an odd way. But of course such a place would be so to a creative mind - paintings strewn about, hanging on the pale olive walls or tossed about sometimes in boxes or on the worn burgundy carpet. There is a large painting in the far right corner, as if pushed aside and forgotten. An ivory couch sits near the huge balcony window that is to remain shut for all days or until the brittle winter subsides. Hunter green carpets hang from rusted brass pipes as a sad substitute for curtain rods while large soup pots are being used as end side tables. A simple green chair with sagging cushions, missing fluff, and cherry colored wood sits alone in the very center of the room. The chair's bones creak and moan even without the harsh weight of a person. Randomly placed stairs lead up to the only entrance or exit to this secretive gallery, the stairs made of cool black iron railings that twist and turn in an old Victorian style. And finally what makes this place so alluring to creatives is the quiet calm that comes over the entire room.