The Painter’s Muse


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.


Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Treasure


Sometimes it is the little things we like to treasure. Especially when we have kids. We want to freeze memories in time, treasure their little hands and feet. But little hands and feet grow up too soon. So we treasure a few things those little hands made.

TreasureIf you ask me what I treasure most, it is the people in my life. And sometimes, a few things those people made, I will cherish forever.

This photo is for the weekly photo challenge at The Daily Post. As you would’ve guessed, the theme is Treasure.

Tell me, do you relate to this sentiment?