A muse

Today’s Word High July entry

A painter passed by a road everyday in his big fancy car, watching a little girl sell flowers everyday – morning to evening, whenever he passed. One day he heard the girl begging instead of selling flowers, maybe she couldn’t afford to buy flowers to sell anymore, maybe that wasn’t making enough money. He couldn’t tell. He heard her pleading for money for a homeless orphan child like herself. The traffic moved on and the artist couldn’t stop thinking about her on the way back. When he reached home, he decided he had to do something.


He rushed towards his canvas and sat to paint the child begging clothed in her torn rags. She was his muse.His fans loved a raw portrayal of human condition and suffering in his art. This was bound to make him another million bucks, he mused.



© Sneha P [Rights Reserved]



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