Excerpt, Living Canvas:
The drive from the office to Audrey’s house took fifteen minutes, but the courier made it in ten. The car pulled into her driveway and a young man removed a large package wrapped in kraft paper from the backseat. Ed was right. It looked like a painting.
She met the courier at the door and signed his receipt. As he turned to go, she held up a hand. “Wait. Wasn’t there a card with it?”
The courier looked at the package, then at the ground between his car and her front door. “It musta got lost somewhere.”
Great. With her luck it would be one of those dogs-playing-poker paintings and she wouldn’t be able to return it.
Who would send her a painting? Audrey carried it into the living room and peeled back the brown paper. The canvas was a nature study in a burled maple frame.
She wrapped her hands around the smooth edges and held it up. The longer she stared at the summer landscape, its sun shafts casting long shadows of trees on the ground, the more she knew she was in the meadow. A warm breeze caressed her face, the scent of pine needles and water weeds tingled in her nose. The rustle of leaves overhead whispered a welcome. Audrey took a step. Warm earth sifted between her bare toes, punctuated by cool patches of grass on the soles of her feet.
Across the pond, a figure moved. Audrey shaded her eyes and squinted to bring the man into focus. Another gust of wind ruffled through his sun-drenched hair. She’d recognize Greg Ellison anywhere.
A door slammed and Audrey turned. She blinked several times to establish her surroundings—she was in her living room.
Wow. That was different. She’d never had such a vivid impression from something before.