She appeared as if she was in rapture as she added her brush strokes to the canvas with a theatrical flair. What was it that had captured her attention so voraciously? What part of the garden was she recreating with her brush? I stole a glance over her shoulder when she stepped back to assess her work. I was surprised to see not one flower, tree, nor leaf on that canvas, but a brown face with a long nose and two floppy ears. There were two white circles for eyes; the look of pure innocence represented by large, brown pupils. A thick pink tongue draped out of its mouth, beads of salivation accumulated and dripped off of its tip.
The artist had recreated the moment beautifully – not of the garden, but of a dog, begging and drooling for a treat.
Writing101: Day 12: Play with word count (150-cha-ching!)