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Writing prompt: 30th pic on iPhone

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Seriously? My 30th pic on iphone is an unfinished unnamed oil painting, and I am somewhat embarrassed.  Looks more like an oil spill.  I know where I am going with this , really I do, just haven’t gotten there yet.  Maybe you can finish this story and I will hear your words and finish the painting.CSB-Logo-Susan

About S.K. Nicholls

is a steel magnolia from GA who currently resides with her rocket scientist husband in Central Florida. Even though she had a reputation as the class clown in grade school, she managed to successfully achieve a career in nursing that spanned thirty-five years. Putting down the stethoscope and picking up the pen, she started writing compelling, thought-provoking historic novels and riveting contemporary crime romps, telling it like it was and telling it like it is. Orphaned from her mother at an early age, she survived foster care, and in her youth resided in an orphanage in the North GA Mountains, the Ethel Harpst Home. Four adults call her mom and four little people call her grandmother. She enjoys reading, comedy shows, salt-water fishing, boating, and brewing Kombucha. Her family owns and operates one of the oldest and largest nudist resorts in the nation located in Florida, Cypress Cove.

12 comments on “Writing prompt: 30th pic on iPhone

  1. I think the painting looks beautiful as it is. It has a mystical feel to it.

    • Thanks. It actually looks a little better in real life than as a photo. I started it when Haiti had it’s bad earthquake as some work friends were putting together an auction and I was going to donate it, but never finished it. There is supposed to be a an American ship on the horizon and a family of six wading at the shore, some palm trees and branches and little houses, etc.. There were also supposed to be some Haitian symbols in the painting…sad that it has sat in my studio undone and I donated cash instead.

  2. So she stood there, gazing into the horizon. It occurred to her once more that sometimes in life, the most beautiful things are also the most simplistic. Where once she imagined palm trees swaying in the wind and a house on this shore with her husband and children laughing, running, playing–now, the memories of him were suddenly enough.

    Her hair whipped across her face in the stiff breeze and the smell of salt air filled her lungs as she sighed. The shells along the surface of the beach would normally have caught her interest, but this evening all she wanted was to bask in the luminescence of the last light reflecting off the water, enjoying the purple and pink tones the sky emanated. This was a private photo just for her. Up and down the beach, not so much as another soul stirred and that was when she knew. This snapshot of perfection would stay in her mind forever. Sometimes what we see and what others see is a different thing. Where one dream may seem dull or incomplete to one person’s eye, to another it may be heaven, picturesque and ideal.

    As the dreams of one lifetime faded out with the setting sun, new dreams appeared with the gentle replacement of the moon. Stages, cycles, deaths and births. This lonely stretch of beach had seen many things, and now was witness to the transformation of a girl, who just became a woman.

    • Oh wow! How positively emotionally charged and so very beautiful. Spiritual in a tangible manner. Not many can reach such a height. I know now that it is best that I leave it as it is. I was going to comment about how the moon looks really more defined in the painting as opposed to the mottled mess on the photo, but none of that matters anymore. I want to be in your dreams.

  3. I love the colours of the sky.

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