Friday Fictioneers – Muse
Rochelle always chooses fascinating pics to prompt our imaginations into life, and this is one of the best. I really like the placing of the sangria next to the painting, drawing out the red of the model’s dress and lips. And I adore the painting itself. ‘What sangria, what model, what painting?’ you ask. Here is the pic:
and 100 words of fiction:
He was riding his moped through a tiny village when, as he sped past a café, he spotted her at a pavement table. Their silent exchange lasted only seconds, but her smile outshone the summer sun sparkling through her glass of sangria, the passion in her lips surpassed the deep red of the wine, and her beauty never left him.
From that day, his unknown love became his life’s muse. And although his many visits to the village in search of her were in vain, every work he painted was of her, every award he won was dedicated to her.
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The Reclining Gentleman 
I love this! Kind of like in Citizen Kane where Bernstein says he only saw this girl once and never forgot her. At least the artist had enough grist for the artistic mill to become famous. Wonderful!
Thanks for reading and thanks for your very kind comments! I wonder if the artist would have been as successful if he hadnt seen her?
I love this! What a wonderful picture and story you’ve painted with just a few words! Brava!
Thanks Miss T you’re very kind 🙂
You’re welcome! 🙂
It’s lovely. Make a short short movie out of it.
thanks Patrick. I always see my FriFic in my head as i write them and then try to describe what i see, so maybe I should be working in film…
Lovely story and well done. Perhaps they’ll meet again.
Thanks Patricia. Perhaps one day they will…
Really enjoyed this – the undercurrent of emotion is really strong. Love the line ‘…smile outshone the summer sun…’
Thanks Sarah Ann!
Dear RG,
The sense of longing in this fuels a touching story. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle!
Good story – secret admirer? Thanks, Nan
I think he is very open about his admiration but he has never found her again
I love the story; especially where he dedicates every award won to her 🙂
Thanks camgal! He knows that he owes all his success to her
I wonder if she even exists beyond his imagination. not that that is a bad thing; it has obviously served him well.
that’s a very interesting question. I think she existed in that he saw her outside the cafe, but who she is, what she is like, whether she is the person he imagines her to be… who knows? And if he knew the answers would that affect his art?
you never fail to impress me with your words….never….me, on the other hand, have just begun to stick my head out of hibernation after all the dumb snow we had (more this morning and another foot coming this weekend) hey, I know!, I’ll come keep you company for the next windstorm and you can come in over for neverending snow 😀 xox
it’s a deal!!