Hawks Fan

One time I wrote this short story based on a painting by Edward Hopper. You may have seen it before, its called Nighthawks, and its a painting looking from the street into a diner where a few people are talking, interacting, having a regular night. I wrote about 6 pages based on a conversation two of the characters in the painting could have had, and it was amazing. My family read it, my teacher read it and all of them thought so. It was the first time I felt truly convinced I may have potential as a writer, and then I lost my only copy. If it ever surfaces, and has someone else's name on it I am going to be heartbroken. It was genius. Or maybe thats my ego speaking.