It’s time for the Friday Fictioneers 100 word writing challenge. This week, the picture of inspiration is:
Suzanne lifted the glass of sangria to her crimson lips and took a lingering sip. As she savoured the taste, she looked at the painting and smiled to herself. She couldn’t really understand what the fuss was about. If she was honest, she actually thought the portrait was quite ugly. She always had preferred the classics. But who was she to argue with a huge pay-check? Her buyer had requested it and he was paying a six-figure sum.
She rubbed the back of her neck, relishing the satisfaction she always felt after a job. The pure elation of outsmarting everyone.