The Master’s Muse part 3

wonderfully written, the images jump off the screen into my mind and dance, invitingly, and impatience builds…………..👀 ♥ * ͜ * ♥ 👀


Blog Post-3-1-2016-The Master's Muse part 3Wow!  Two whole words.  This is progress, she sarcastically thought.  He arose and extended his hand to her again.  She used her linen napkin to wipe her mouth, gently placed her hand in his and stood.  He led her over to the wall of windows that now overlooked the blackness of night, dotted with the glowing lights of the town below.  It was breathtakingly beautiful.  Where the settee had been, now stood what seemed to be an altar of sorts.  It appeared as though it was made of heavy stone, but how could that be?  How did she not hear movement when she changed?  An easel stood very close, with a table of paints and brushes sitting ready.  The lighting was dim, with an almost eerie feeling.  She realized that her insides had begun to tremble.  She didn’t understand it, but the room had taken on a new feel…

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