Word Count: 100 words of text, exactly
Genre: Fairy tale
Ars Longa, Vita Brevis
©April 13th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
A castle stood deep in a forest. An imposing tower frowned upon the trees that ringed it. A timid moon shone behind the smaller turrets around it.
The oaken gates opening onto a courtyard revealed a strange scene:
On a velvet couch, lay a maiden with floating hair, and star-flecked lashes. Her scarlet cloak lay athwart her shoulders, and her hand held a knife.
Into this space stepped a man in a whoosh of air.
Holding a palette and brush, he began painting the rest of her.
Awaking, she saw him, smiled slowly, and asked, “What took you so long?”
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Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, our Fairy-Blog Mother, for her lovely hostliness while maintaining the purity of Friday Fictioneers, and kind words to all of us from every Wednesday to the Tuesday of the week, as we struggle to put our stories into words. Thanks, also, to Kent Bonham, for that mysterious photograph. I had to figure out what to do with it. It was fascinating.