Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Under the New Mexico Sun

WonHundredWord Wednesday
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.”

1 comment:

  1. A chance meeting. Of course it does leave me wondering who the person got the skull.