A work in progress

Chris tilted his head to one side and looked at the painting. It looked as if Ezra had gotten partway through the work and just decided to stop for no apparent reason. There were parts of it that were only lined out in pencil. Other sections had paint applied, but they were obviously incomplete, since they lacked the detail he normally gave his work. Only the lower right corner looked as if he’d actually decided to finish it.

“It’s called Reflection,” Ezra said, from just behind Chris. When Chris looked up, Ezra smiled. “I noticed you scrutinizing it.”

“Why didn’t you finish it?” Chris asked, shaking his head.

A faint smile played as Ezra’s lips. “It’s a bit of symbolism on my part,” he said, his own gaze going to the piece. “It’s a reflection of… me and… I feel as if I’m still growing and changing. I’m constantly learning new things and pushing myself to take that next step.”

Chris blinked as he realized what Ezra was saying by leaving the piece so obviously unfinished. “You’re a work in progress.”

Ezra nodded, his faint smile growing into a bright grin. “Precisely,” he murmured.

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