Flawless Minds part 1Martin slid the paintbrush down the church wall painting the sanctuary in a bridesmaid white gloss. Up and down went the brush, each stroke covering up a patch of faded daisy yellow that once brought life to the now empty church. Behind him he could hear Robert telling him, Up and down with the brush, straight lines, no flaws or you have to do it again. Sometimes, thought Martin, I wish he could just leave me alone. Focusing back on his work, Martin lost himself into the low dull swish sound of the wet brush sliding over the dry wall. Hours had passed in the same routine, until the whole church sanctuary was painted the same colour, bridesmaid white.
When Martin had finished, it was Roberts call to inspect the job of Martin. With the sanctuary dark, Robert lit a candle, and passed the light of the flame over every inch of the walls, inspecting for non straight lines, horizontal brush strokes, valleys of cracks or even lakes of dents in the wall. If this time there wer