Tim's Talent

Tim loved to draw. Drawing was his way of expressing himself. Just like some people's ways might be to write or draw or garden. But Tim's way of expression was to draw. He draw everything from portraits to landscapes, cartoons.

One day, on Tim's birthday, some one very important, very special came to his party. The owner of an art gallery. He saw Tim's work, in frames all over the house and decided to speak to Tim about having some of it put up at his gallery. A special exhibit. It would have Tim's story and Tim's works, and the story's of the artworks.

So the gallery owner set off around the house in search of Tim. He found him, mingling in the loungeroom. "Tim?" He tapped at Tim's arm. "Can I have a word?" "Yeah. Sure." Said Tim turning around. "Excuse me a moment." He said to the people he'd been mingling with and followed the gallery owner out into the hall. "My name is Howard Bennet. I'm the owner of the Brookedale Gallery downtown." Howard began. Tim took a deep breath, nervous at what was to come. "I've seen some of your work. I'd like to show it in an exhibition at my gallery." It took a little while for Tim to process exactly what it was Howard was saying. "Oh. Oh Wow!" Tim said slowly, realising what was happening. "Yes! Of course!" Tim agreed.

Two weeks later, the exhibition in Howard's art gallery was opened as Tim's Talent. Hundreds of people went to the grand opening and thousands of people went to see the exhibition itself.

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To my good friend William. Happy 16th.