Mae Clair needs no introduction – powerouse that she is! But, if you haven’t popped by her blog in a few days, you’ll be missing out on this piece of exquisite flash fiction. Get along and check it out!
Happy Wednesday! I am back again and participating in the Flash Fiction challenge Suzanne Burke has shared on her blog. This is my third week in a row, and I’m having a blast enjoying these prompts. Below is the photo for this week and my take on it!
Jarrod Hamilton was not a rich man but considered himself a talented one. For the last eight years he’d made a living teaching the upper crust ladies of Victorian London the finer arts of painting with oils. During that time, he’d often had to bite his tongue rather than offer advice. On other occasions, he fawned over inferior work all the while cringing at the substandard quality his students produced. But catering to delicate egos paid the bills and helped him maintain his lifestyle, mediocre as it was.
Perhaps that was why Mrs. Conway so surprised him. Unlike the other…
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