The artist stood back as he eyed his creation. Not too bad, he thought.
It does need something to enhance the color. White spikey thorns flowed from the paintbrush. Perfect.
Roger completed ten paintings for the gallery opening in one week, with Spikey Audrey being his last.
The crowds eyed his paintings with philosophical implications. Customers whispered as sold stickers indicated sales.
Roger heard a voice behind him, “It looks like you’ve betrayed your philosophies.”
“Mercy me if it isn’t cynical, Mona.”
“Sorry, darling, I expected more than flowers from you.”
“It’s all business, not art, my dear, just business.”
2022©Isadora De La Vega
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©Trish Nankeville
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