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.
This is a painting that’s odd if you don’t know anything about it, so I’m not going to give anything away. I like it for itself, and I’m sure it will suggest some dream-like writing.
Dear readers, it’s been a while since I put out a microfiction challenge, and this isn’t a challenge, because I don’t think I really want to read a story inspired by this painting. Anyway, I came across it while looking for something completely different (hard to imagine that this could have been exactly what I was looking for—I’m not weird) and thought I’d post it for a giggle. If anyone can get a story out of it that is not absolutely scatological and obscene, I’d be interested to read it.