Reading: "Satran Kaevon" (A.Glass 2017)

 

"I didn't see this before..." Feldstein says, as she looks closely at the what appears to be an inserted phrase within the hand written agreement. Yet, she does not recall the appended sentence. "...Must be the booze. My lawyer would be shocked...Ok...We are neighbors, would like to help a nearby business. It’s a nice piece no doubt, and I need some art for the office. Looking a little stark. Alright, I'll sign here..." Feldstein says, as Kaevon hands her a pen. "...and here." She signs the agreement, to which Kaevon does the same. Standing, Feldstein looks at her wristwatch.

"I better get going. Well, thanks Mr Kaevon. When will it be delivered?"

Kaevon lifts the hand written agreement, placing into the side draw of his desk, he also stands. "Monday morning."

She then turns and looks at the sculpture, which from the reflected illumination from the outside – shards of light streak through the uncovered parts of the large front windows of this unusual space and its creative array. A single fragment of light falls upon the sculpture, that Feldstein has agreed will be shown in her small psychological practice.

"I look forward." Turning back to face Kaevon, he remains standing behind his desk, nodding at Feldstein in a respectful manner. As she picks up her bag, walking towards the entrance of Kaevon's studio, opening the door stepping onto E 11th Street. She looks up at the skyline, as streaks of sunlight, more pronounced in the open, can be seen reflecting off various windows of buildings that lining the street. The sun begins its rise from the East.

"I tell some of my patients, to sometimes take risks, a calculated risk, a challenge. Be cautious, but not overly. Do it with a conviction to push boundaries, look at new experiences..." Feldstein says to herself, feeling the thirty mil affects of Vodka. "...I just signed a handwritten agreement to an eccentric, although good looking, artist who has loaned me, indefinitely one of his sculptures. Which I might add, the agreement clause seemed to change to what I wanted in an instant. Gotta be the booze, must have been strong plus an empty stomach. Vodka for breakfast? Dim lighting, slightly nervous. I need a challenge. Right? New experience? Networking with a local business."

Feldstein walks towards the nearby café, pausing and looking up at the building which resides over the small cafeteria.

"I also tell my patients, to not dwell on decision making. As it will create doubt..." She smiles to herself, walking in the direction of the French style cafeteria.

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"SATRAN KAEVON"  (A.Glass 2017)