Grantville Gazette 46

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Daniel Block stretched his aching back, then tilted his canvas to capture more of the fading light of the evening. The reddish hue changed the colors on his palette, giving Fraulein Barnes's pale arms and shoulders an orange tint that he found most intriguing. Painting outdoors had much to offer, though he worried the colors of his final work would be off. But then, the painting would seem odd to down-timers anyway. Even many of these up-time folk seemed tied to tradition when it came to art. Perhaps, he thought, my coming to Grantville will help change-

"Block!"

Daniel jumped, turning to see Warner Barnes waving as he entered the yard from the back door. "Ach, scheisse," Daniel hissed. He spun, wide-eyed, looking for the canvas drape he used to cover paintings between sessions, only to remember laughing earlier as his five-year-old, Benjamin, had wrapped the cloth around his shoulders like a cape and swooped through the yard, shouting, "I'm Superman, Superman! Fly like the birds!" while his young friend Stefan Weiss cheered him on. It had been so utterly charming, but now- "Scheisse."

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