A toast to art


‘SANDRA! SANDRA! Where’s my inhaler?’ The breathless cry came from another room.

They’d moved to the South of France for his health, on doctor’s orders. He’d subsequently begun painting and taken to it rather well. It certainly kept him busy whilst she worked.

Sandra looked at the portrait leaning on the counter, it was rather good, as were all the other canvases dotted about the house, even the nudes.‘If only they were of me.’ thought Sandra to herself.

‘SAN……’ Quiet.

Sandra smiled a little, took another sip of her drink then dropped the inhaler in the bin.

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15 Responses to A toast to art

  1. Nice! I love that were are all brutal this week. 🙂

  2. Helena Hann-Basquiat says:

    Something tells me the nudes were not from memory. Heartless choice of “murder weapon”, darling. And the body count rises ever higher.

  3. atrm61 says:

    Oh,oh!He should have known better than to paint another in the nude!A great twist-died of natural causes,eh?lol!

  4. She’s no goody-goody is Sandra. Nice tale of jealousy and revenge.

  5. Lewis Cave says:

    It’s art! Does he have to die? Great story.

  6. pattisj says:

    Serves him right. He should have been responsible for keeping the inhaler at hand!

  7. K.Z. says:

    what a great way to kill someone. great story 🙂

  8. I have asthma – I agree with K.Z. and it really is a good story and also sweet revenge!

  9. Liz Young says:

    Can you be prosecuted for doing nothing? Great story.

  10. Good story and done well. It looks like another perfect crime.

  11. Dear Kelly,

    I’m wondering if I should be keeping a tally of the body count for the week. So it’s not exactly murder if she just lets him expire, right? Good one.



  12. Smart girl… of course it will look like an accident!

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