Jennifer sat cross-legged on her antique chair and drew a sleeping lady. Afterward she did a headstand – she was a yogi – and then went to ride her bicycle. When she returned she found her charcoal drawing colored by someone who signed himself a hatted boy. Jennifer was startled.
This week’s 50-word stories are dedicated to faraway muses whose blogs I love. Today’s muse: a ‘Veronese’ yogi called Jennifer.