He lived in this ramshackle hotel. He’d caught the ferry to it a year ago after he lost everything in a craps game on the mainland. He couldn’t afford anything else. Now someone wanted to talk to him about painting a landscape.
He found the fine-looking lady at the bar. He bought each of them a drink. She had horses and wanted him to paint them in a pasture on her horse farm.
He briefly dreamed he could still do it. Now his hands shook and the muse was gone.
He turned her down and walked away. Shattered.
Photo prompt JS Brand
Redemption denied. Pity.
It must be devastating for any creative artist to discover that they’ve lost their inspiration. Like going blind – only worse.
That’s the local rum for you. A sad tale of life.
Oh, that was sad, but this does happen in real life sometimes. Nicely done.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
Wonderful interpretation of the image. You’ve captured the essence of the loss so finely – it’s acute.
Thank you so much!
It happens, sadly.
Such a sad tale.