Digital Paint, 2021

It was a gloomy day with a cloudy sky. She had stayed laying on her bed all morning, not giving a fig about her boss that was going to see red for her absence or a fig about getting fired. Finally, she had made a reviving coffee at 11 am. Then decided to open the 5-year-old puzzle box for the first time, the last gift she had been given for her birthday, the last gift from her husband.
As she lit a cigarette resting between her lips, tried to match a couple of puzzle pieces.
“Nothing can keep my depression away like a puzzle with a pack of cigarettes.” She thought

Story by: Parisa Omidvar