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.
After years of painting her simple pictures, her health fell into a deep descent. She developed a serious cough, one that ultimately proved fatal.
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).
“What does it say?” the boy asked.
“It’s about how the ancient Egyptians built a zoo using crude tools,” the man said. “And all of the birds, animals, and snakes they kept at the zoo.”
“Wow,” the boy said, “really?”
“I don’t know, kid,” the man grinned. “I can’t read hieroglyphics.”
Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: fotoerich at Pixabay.com.
Melanie is celebrating her third week of hosting Share Your World since taking over from Cee Neuner. Melanie has posted the following SYW questions:
What Is your favorite beverage?
I don’t know that it’s my “favorite” beverage, but it’s mandatory two to three times a day: coffee.
What is your interpretation of “The Golden Rule”? Are there ramifications to breaking it?
Call me a cynic, but it’s “do unto others before they do unto you.” No, just kidding. Ramifications? Well, what goes around comes around, I suppose.
Sunrise person or sunset person?
When I lived on the east coast, it was sunrise. Now that I live on the west coast, it’s sunset.
Do people in modern society anthropomorphize animals too much?
Yes, except for my dog and cat, who are more human than most people I know.
What were you grateful for during the past week?
After a cool and mostly foggy, cloudy August, it was nice to see the sun shining again. Last week was sunny every day. And this week’s forecast calls for more of the same.
“Why are you crying, sweetheart,” Anita’s grandfather asked her.
Anita stopped crying and attempted to wipe away her tears. “Because, Poppy,” she said, “there’s a talent show at school next week and I told everyone that I could make balloon animals, but I’ve tried and tried and I just can’t seem to do it right.”
“Well, honey,” he said, “It takes a lot of hot air to blow up the balloons like that and maybe you’re having trouble because you’re not full of hot air, like some people I know.”
“But if I don’t have enough hot air,” Anita said, “how am I going to win the talent show? And look,” she said, pointing to a crudely drawn banner, “I already made a sign to advertise my balloon animals.”
“Maybe, Anita, it would be best to find another talent for you to show off to your classmates,” her grandfather suggested. “Let’s go out and get an ice cream cone and talk about what your real talents are.”
Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write prompt, using the random words animals, balloon, and best, and for Teresa’s Three Things Challenge where the the things are crying, grandfather, and banner.