This will be my most magnificent work to date. All the plaudits and prizes will pale into insignificance next to this masterpiece. A photograph of myself pinned to the easel, I work feverishly, driven to finish quickly.
Unlike pastels or watercolours, this most unusual medium does not lend itself to much alteration. Working speedily, I can see the portrait taking shape before my eyes…
…and so it is complete. My final and best piece of work. The ultimate self portrait painted in the ultimate medium; my own life’s blood.
Posthumous fame will follow… I can rest in peace at last…
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A drabble, exactly 100 words
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The Tree of Dreams
PoésieRandom poetry and the occasional drabble or dribble of other short random thought from the depths my somewhat bemused brain, or possibly Brian if the schizophrenic misspelt pseudo entity that lives up there is up to his old tricks... poems from the...
