She danced among the Zinnia blooms and walked through the bamboo forests. The petite man followed; seeing what she saw, feeling what she felt. Reds, yellows, greens, and blues mixed and swirled. His hand danced along with her.
His friend’s whispered voice brought him back.
“Enough?” he asked, sitting on a stool among passengers scurrying from the ferry. His paintbrush poised above the canvas.
“Enough for a roof and a meal,” his friend said.
They made their way to a tiny windowless flat. He didn’t mind, he had his world and his muse. She waited, always in the sun.
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a 100-word weekly writing challenge based on a photo prompt to inspire and hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. Thanks to Rochelle for using my photo this week. That’s always fun!
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