The Master’s Muse part 2

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Catching sight of her form, Mr. M stopped, mid-stride, and stared.  His face showed no sign of approval or disapproval.  For that matter, his expression seemed blank.  However, she did notice a pulsing vein in his right temple that she hadn’t noticed before.  He seemed to snap back into the present, pointed to a stool sitting upon a small stage, and instructed “Here.”

She moved across the room and took a seat upon the small wooden stool.  For the next four hours she sat as Mr. M frantically drew and sketched.  Page after page was drawn, observed, and then shredded and cast upon the floor.  She became more and more uncomfortable as the hours passed, but anytime she attempted to adjust and find some relief, he would brutishly bark, “STILL!”

Blog Post-2-29-2016-The Master's Muse part 2

When the clock struck one, Mr. M suddenly stopped, put down his sketch pad, walked over to her, extended his…

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