The Patron

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The Patron  (275 Words)

There was an artist who was known to paint one picture. Always it was the same, the same distant gray-green mountains and the dark, hilly plateau where the city had once stood. With only that one image to offer, people lost interest in the man’s art and his house would have fallen to ruin if it wasn’t for the attention of one customer.

She visited him every day to see how his new work was coming. Whenever he finished, she bought the piece, giving him a high price without waiting to hear what he asked for. No words were ever exchanged between them. That, like his art, was a ritual never forgotten, never changed. Who the woman was in her rich strange clothes, with her frightening piercing eyes, no one knew. They knew the artist, and knowing what he had lost and the disorder in his mind, they were afraid to ask him.

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Honeysuckle Morning #writephoto

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Honeysuckle Morning (213 Words)

“I thought I might find you here.”

Llwan raised his head. His mouth crooked when he saw her and he raised his flask in a half-salute. Gina sat beside him. She took the flask from his loose grip and sniffed.

“Honeysuckle?”

“The best.” The elf moved so she could sit beside him. “It’s very bracing.”

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Wishing Rock

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Wishing Rock (159 Words)

She reached the rock at twilight’s early colors. The stone’s peculiar shape, the deep bowl at its center, reminded Alice of a well. Perhaps that was why it was known as the “wishing rock.” There was water in the basin, but it was shallow and green with resilient plant life.

Alice managed to climb the rock-side, leaning over the water’s surface. Protected from wind, the water was flat, glass-like and still.

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