He was a painter. A bad one. His subjects looked like they were ready to puke. I bet the red lady was feeling queasy.
How I hated the constant partying and chatter of snobbish starving artists. God, how highly those penniless beggars thought of themselves!
When I decided to run off with Juan, I thought he was rich. I wanted the glamor of being his muse. Little did I know the bugger was penniless and too proud!
I couldn’t hold it in anymore. It didn’t make the toilet either. The red lady was ruined. Oh, well!
This is written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge – Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. Today’s prompt is the above picture.
Hope you enjoyed.
How She Writes 
Dear Anjana,
She took unhappiness to a new level, didn’t she? A real stomach turner. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle. A bit late to the challenge, but I made it!
Hahaha! In art, there are a lot of critics … she was perfect in her assessment. Marvelous story!
Thank you!
you are so darn creative with your words! I laughed at the “Oh, well” at the end 😀
Thank you, Vaish! Now that the red lady is totally ruined, there is nothing she can do, right?!
well, she can be converted into “contemporary art” 😀
The red lady is history and so is the relationship with Juan, the penniless proud painter. Good story. Thanks, Nan
Thanks for visiting, Nan! Appreciate it.
Well done. Very descriptive. I guess that’s one criticism Juan will remember for some time.
Thank you, Patricia.
Juan’s red lady is forever ruined!