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.
boy with a hat 
She’s one of my fav and talented bloggers!
Your blouse is exceedingly red!
That’s a cardigan. Her blouse is white. 😉
That’s what I meant!
Blushing….
you are such a fascinating spirit, hatted boy !!!!!!!
My spirit has always been okay I suppose… The problem is with the frail body!
I’m sure she was! Great visual and story.
We’ll have to wait for her reply to see whether she was really startled. Or merely annoyed!
Ah some of THAT! haha
I’m glad for yesterday
When she returned to find her charcoal colored by the hatted boy she thought to herself, “Oh that mischievous writer. Always visiting drawings and leaving his hat”
She then returned to her bicycle, although decided to ride it upside down, as she preferred the view. Although her hat fell off.
Wait….the last sentence…how about “then her hat fell off.” too too many “althoughs”….. 🙂
And then the hatted boy, who just happened to pass by, picked up her hat and handed it to her…
Such a gentlemen
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