Prompt: Portrait
A new painting is brought to a gallery.
Two men propped up a large, heavy box. Despite the bulky package towering two feet over them, they carefully ushered it into the gallery.
An oil portrait of an unknown Lord hung at the back corner of the room. Once the curator was satisfied, they left her to covet her latest acquisition. She gazed into his round, amber eyes.
Suddenly, a chill crawled up her skin. She could not move.
A voice whispered from the burning amber:
I own you.
Thank you to Miguel S. for inspiring today’s writing exercise.
This prompt comes directly from his book, Microdosing Fiction! It’s a great gift for the writer in your life, or for yourself if you’re looking for writing practice.
Oh my. You can’t leave it there ….
That's creepy!