She focused on her brilliant wheat field, in her window pane, although the sunshine seemed bright. So she hung it with a proper hook on her studio wall, its stunning summer blue & white clouds flecked with shiny crows. Not even this would do.
In a dither she fetched her artist palette, then applied it to her canvas where she felt it right at home. But now her windy clouds had darker hues, her golden wheat field flawed & drab. She smiled at her work now complete; her sky now speckled feral black, full of raspy caws.
In a dither she fetched her artist palette, then applied it to her canvas where she felt it right at home. But now her windy clouds had darker hues, her golden wheat field flawed & drab. She smiled at her work now complete; her sky now speckled feral black, full of raspy caws.
