The Queens

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Vincent Willem van Gogh

Vincent sat at his easel and squinted at the majesty of the queens in his vase.  The Paris series had been a success.  Now a year later, Arles beckoned.  The pot – simple, two-toned, was a perfect tool, as was the plain wall of the studio. 

“How many sunflowers?” he questioned to himself.  “Ten. A dozen more or less.”  He grinned to himself.  “The public needn’t know how many are actually in the vase, only the number in my mind.”

With that Vincent picked up his palette and began to mix his yellows, as the lemon queens awaited their day.   


Flash Fiction Challenge: Lemon Queens

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