For Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt.
photo by Beata Ratuszniak via Unsplash
He’d copy any old master you wanted, in any colour shading, make it look as good as photo shopped.
The wall at the far side of the cathedral square was covered in them, waiting for customers who preferred bright neon orange sunflowers or water lilies in glowing fuchsia pinks and purples.
His favourite, the one you never noticed amid the mass of vivid, strobe-light effect daubs, was the one of the open door, so dark it looked like a hole dug in a flower bed, the one he walked through at the end of the day to his private place of peaceful pastels.