a good artist


A gnarled Prussian blue tree stooped. Beside it, three motionless stick figures were daubed in Payne’s gray. All under the blazing sun, a big circle in gory burnt umber.

Mom and Dad looked at the painting and whispered to each other, averting their eyes from my seven-year-old sister, who had painted the masterpiece.

The following week, I painted a still life: lemon yellow and magenta flowers bursting, viridian leaves peeking, and all safely confined in a bulbous phthalo blue vase. Mom and Dad smiled at the painting.

I whispered to my sister, “You have to be bad to be good.”


For Friday Fictioneers – 24 May 2019.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

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15 thoughts on “a good artist

  1. Lots of good things in this story. You make it sound as though the younger girl is more talented than her sister, and that big sister recognises this and encourages her. That is such a great message!

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