Flash Fiction Fun!
Today’s prompt: The old woman turned and smiled.
She was probably eighty years old. Maybe ninety. Wisps of white hair escaped from under her straw hat as she worked at her easel. I approached quietly, not wanting to startle her. She was a legend in Taos. Everyone knew the woman who painted larger-than-life flowers. And bones. Sun-bleached vertebrae in the desert.
I was lucky to meet her out here on the dirt road. “Excuse me,” I said.
The old woman turned and smiled. Her apron was stained with paint.
“I found a horse skull,” I said. “Do you want it?”
Georgia O’Keeffe set down her brush. “Thank you.”
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