#38 The Artist

“Moon river…..” Sinatra crooned from the cd player, filling up the room.


The red dress set off her dusky skin to perfection. He moved the stray tendrils of hair framing her face into place and stepped back.

She looked angelic with the light falling on her face.


“I’m scared I won’t be able to do justice to you.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll be perfect. I trust you” she said with a soft smile.


Turning to his palette he squeezed the paint from the tubes. He took a deep breath and the first strokes of paint added colour to the blank canvas.

4 responses to “#38 The Artist

  1. Applause for a proper story! Oliver would love this one.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s