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The frog is far from blue. Click him anyway.
Some of you might remember the following story. It’s a retread from the summer of 2014. When it came up in conversation recently, I decided it was time to give it another run. Different photo and some know the reason why. 😉
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100
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“There’s so much I haven’t seen, Mom.”
“It’ll keep. You’re only eighteen.”
“I’m a woman.”
“You’re still a child. The city will eat you alive.”
“It’s a full scholarship.”
Three months later, miles from parental scrutiny, Evelyn strolled into the Pratt Institute studio, virgin sketchbook under her arm.
She lowered herself onto an art bench, looked up at the statuesque model on a raised platform, held her pencil erect at arm’s length to calculate perspective and, with great relish, contemplated all that nature had bestowed upon him.
“Study hard,” her mother had said.
“I will, Mom, I will.”