At the Museum

Marius was at the museum with Ritta. She had persuaded him to go with her although he would have preferred to stay at home, in his room. He couldn't stop thinking about Elspeth and pining for her. Several weeks had passed since he told her that he couldn't see her any more. Walking away from …

LeAnne Loses Out

"Happy?" Werner asked. Suzette beamed up at him. She looked radiant. "Incredibly." "Me too. We have so much to be thankful for and to celebrate." "Yes, our wedding which is amazing and our bundle of joy." "I'm going to be a Daddy." "Yes, you are. I know that you will be a terrific Dad." "I …

Papa

One thing I will always be grateful to Papa for is passing on the passions of painting, music and the love of nature. I remember when I was a little girl, while Beethoven, Bach or Mozart, his favorites, played in the background, he would paint. The music seemed to calm and inspire him at the …

It Got Personal

After he finished saying his prayers, he left the church. It was another beautiful evening and he smiled as he made his way across the field. Clara was already there. "Hello," he said. She smiled. "Hello. Here's the book," she said, handing it to him. "And I brought a couple of unused Bibles." She showed …

Women Astronomers

This painting of a young woman looking through a telescope is by Pietro Rotari, an Italian painter of the Baroque period.  He was born in Verona.  His career took him from place and he died in 1762 at the age of 55 in St Petersburg where he had traveled to paint for the Russian court. …

Painting With Phil

One of the things I enjoy doing with Phil since we retired is painting.  During the summer, we set up an easel in the backyard and try to paint whatever tickles our fancy.  Art is our passion.  I guess it's because we met in Art class in high-school. Today, we are painting my rose bush.  …

No Aptitude

  "Why can't your painting be beautiful like the rest of these?" Jonah's mother demanded. "I'm not good at painting," Jonah replied and was rewarded with a censorious look. "That's because you don't put much effort into it.  How do you expect to be good at something when you don't try hard enough at it?  …

His Muse

The painting was almost complete.  He just had to add a few touches.  Painting landscapes was never his thing but he had been forced to paint them since...He tossed the paintbrush down and got up.  He walked over to the window and stared out into the street below.  It was quiet now.  It was Sunday.  …

Maggie

The woman in the painting with the thick, red curls, heart shaped face and whimsical smile bore a striking resemblance to his beloved Maggie.  Maggie…memories of her death was still very painful for  him.  Ten years ago on the day before her 20th birthday, she drowned.  They never found her body. He would never forget …

The Secret Relationship

Douglas was in the kitchen, stacking the dishwasher while she was in the living-room, admiring the décor and the beautiful patina of the antique table beside the fireplace and below a painting of a person walking along a tree-lined path in the rain.  She paused to admire it. The myriad of bright oranges, reds and yellows suggested …

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