Many thought she was a simple girl with a simple mind. She spent her time alone, up in the attic, simply painting simple pictures.
She started with a simple painting of her pet dog. Then one of her neighbor’s cat. Of flowers and animals and animals with flowers. Of homes and hills and sunrises and sunsets. All simple, each unique.
Her simple paintings remained unseen by anyone else, even her parents. When they died, in their simple will, they left their simple daughter their simple house. The simple girl, shy and retiring, had to, for survival, leave her simple house periodically. But she continued to spend most her time living her simple life painting her simple pictures. Hundreds of them. Maybe a thousand. Maybe more.
A representative from the town’s property assessor’s office came to assess the value of the simple house. He went up to the attic and discovered something that no one would have been able to predict. He found a treasure trove of simple paintings, paintings that were valued in the simple millions.
Written for Susan Spaulding’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Photo credit: Susan Spaulding. Also for these one-word prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (pet), Word of the Day Challenge (unique), Michael’s Writing Prompts (descent), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (cough), Your Daily Word Prompt (representative), and Daily Addictions (predict).