I need to stop spending so much time at horrortree.com. It's affecting my flash. This week, the theme was aspiration, and the photo prompt was:
And here is "Beauty Captured."
The cerulean swirl around his ankles
mirrored her eyes. Though his forte lay not with the artist's tools,
destiny told Serge that he must make her immortal. Such beauty
deserved nothing less.
Days, he would slave, splitting wood
shakes with one brutal cleft. Nights, he would apply his raw talents
as he aspired to capturing her.
The pursuit of perfection is a lonely
quest. Hours spent in
painstaking practice. Though he longed to sprint forward and savor
the ever-elusive end, he accepted patience as his ally. He
could not afford to err, as the materiel was priceless to a man of
his means.
For years, each time he passed through
town he would pause and study her face. He committed to memory every
curve, every tinge, every shadow. Now, working by candlelight in his
studio, he broke her essence down, bit by bit, inch by inch.
His heart nearly burst when he
completed his labor of love.
"Bella."
She would never age, never fade, never
face the declination which eventually consumes all egos.
And she would not be forgotten.
The unfortunate soul who happened upon
Serge as he washed the pieces of her down the river would have to
join her in immortality.
Such is the price of art.
As always, feel free to share your thoughts.
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