She stared at the large, blank canvas sitting on the easel before her and was feeling a sensation unlike anything she’d ever felt before.
Inspiration for her paintings was all around her, in everything she saw, heard, and felt, but on this day she seemed to have nothing to say.
She felt only an emptiness that left her unable to even pick up a brush and touch it to the blank canvas that was, on this day, as empty as her imagination.
Written for this week’s Three Line Tales prompt from Sonya at Only 100 Words. Photo credit: Ashley Byrd at Unsplash.