Seed Eddy

Chapter 24 (cont'd)
"Oh Sam, you're such a romantic. Is that what was hiding under all that anger for those many years. It scared the hell out of me, you know! I'm glad you're aiming it in the right direction these days," Simmy looked over her shoulder and smiled.
"Overcoming emotions that destroy," Sam murmured.
"Mmm, Simmy agreed, Dr. Johnson and Chip Ingram have a few good insights in that book. A lot of people would love to know, that, anger is not a bad emotion but it is a powerful one. So... if we're going to use it, aim it in the right direction," Simmy swirled another seed onto her painting.
"Which direction are the seeds you're painting aiming at?" Sam cocked his head to study the painting from different perspectives.
"What direction do they look like they're moving to you?"
"Well, they look like they're moving inward," Sam voiced slowly, weakly.
"Well, Darling, you know a painting has to represent your life philosophy so I'm painting them the way I see life."
"Complicated, then!" Sam grinned.
"Ooh," Simmy tried to hold her faux paint brush up in threatening poise but it just flopped over, the seed pod almost landing a red splotch on her hand before she twisted her wrist and it fell into mid-air and dangled there, harmlessly.
"You'll have to use a real paint brush if you wish to retaliate," Sam jangled.
"Oh, I'm using a word for word brush stroke. That's the meaning of the painting, smartie pants!"