PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb
Laden with an assortment of items – paints, jars, crystals, marbles, buttons, she slipped unnoticed through the market, making her way back home. On reaching, she closed the door of her small one room home and smiled with relief. The ordeal was over.
She carefully arranged everything, reserving special tenderness for the lone window. She viewed it from the chair in front of her easel, admiring the golden streaks painted by the sun falling on the jar. Later, light would shine through the crystals in the candle stand to make a remarkable collage. She sighed contentedly and picked her brush.
Word count: 100
Flash fiction in response to Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff.
The lady in the story might be a recluse who shies away from people and finds everyday activities tedious. However, she is an artist and finds joy in the colors and shapes of nature and works of art. She is content, happy and at peace, in the little abode, she calls home. I am quite taken by her I must admit. 🙂
Lovely story.
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How peaceful, a lovely wistful tale of a contented artist.
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Thank you 🙂
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A pretty story for a pretty photoprompt!
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Thank you! The photo is very pretty. I did stare and take it in for a full minute.
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Your words perfectly match the beauty of the picture. Excellent
Please click to read my FriFic
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Actually, your extra note was not required at all. I got the exact same thing from the story itself. Very beautifully written. Cheers, Varad
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Dear Fluid Phrase,
There’s a lady who is content with her own company. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Beautifully done.
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Just beautiful!
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