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.
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Photo prompt JS Brand
Redemption denied. Pity.
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It must be devastating for any creative artist to discover that they’ve lost their inspiration. Like going blind – only worse.
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That’s the local rum for you. A sad tale of life.
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Oh, that was sad, but this does happen in real life sometimes. Nicely done.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thanks!
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Wonderful interpretation of the image. You’ve captured the essence of the loss so finely – it’s acute.
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Thank you so much!
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It happens, sadly.
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Such a sad tale.
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