IB Drabble1 = The Sleeping ManMore Like This
"I heard the art gallery we visited last time shut down and they're giving away the art work there for free. Eve, are you listening?"
The girl looked up from placing a blue and red rose together in a small vase on her dining room table and looked to her mother. The woman sighed and sat down across from the brunette. She placed her check on her hand and looked at the vase of flowers.
"Why do you always put those two flowers in there."
She shook her head and showed her mother the third flowera delicate yellow rose that had barely bloomed. "Not two, three."
"Why?" her mother asked again.
She shrugged. "Just because they remind me of people I used to know."
"Used to? Were they nice people."
"Hey, Eve!" The girl's father walked into the dinning room and smiled at his wife and daughter. He held up his car keys. "Are we going?"
"They're probably already sold out," the girl's mother sighed. "He's a rather popular artist, you know. Remember how crowded t