Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.
Click here to hear the author read his words:
The Artist
When she paints, she creates colours unidentifiable by any eye, colours that cause Mother Nature to smile in envious appreciation.
When she paints, she brings to life the magical dreams that dance in the ensorcelled world within her soul.
When she paints grass, there is the scent of springtime, of dandelions and buttercups, the steady drone of bees and a distinct sensation of the fluttering of butterfly wings.
When she paints water, fish flash through bubbles exploding over rocks and the great white stag stoops his antlered head to drink.
Now she’s painting a graveyard, and the earth is restless…
Utterly beautiful, words lightly dancing on the page – and the graveyard mystery left hanging over the ‘restless earth’. Superb piece of writing.
An enchantingly spooky tale of ensorcellment 🙂
A sombre conclusion to what had been a joyful poem. The end is nigh, or so it seems. Nice one CE.
Dear C.E.
I’m with Sandra. I love learning new words. Ensorcelled is a good one. As an artist, I particularly liked this story. The background music (that I indeed recognize) adds to the enchantment.
Shalom,
Rochelle
My first thought was “zombies.”
Finely done, my friend, and a chilling inflection
‘Ensorcelled’. I love it when I learn a new word, particularly when enshrined in a perfectly imaged piece of prose. Thanks. Good to see you back on here. Now persuade Jenne. 🙂