The Artist’s Holiday by the Sea
“Marie, my paintbrushes.”
“For heaven’s sake, Edward, why don’t you gather your supplies before you start painting?!” Marie brings brushes. “I’m going for a swim.”
“Enjoy the sun and sea while I fight my demons.”
Marie laughs. “You need to take yourself less seriously. Breathing in these noxious fumes is going to your head. Come swimming with me.”
“I came here to paint, Marie. To paint.”
“Some time off wouldn’t hurt.”
“You do not understand. You will never understand.”
“I do understand. Your demons are your ego. As long as that’s in the way, you’ll never paint anything decent.”
Word count: 99 words
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