New year, new challenge.
I bought a new page-a-day calendar today, the Metropolitan Museum of Art one. I'm going to attempt to write a few lines or tiny story based on each day's photograph. Since I'm already behind, let's have two of them in one post.
The Storm, Pierre-Auguste Cot
They had been meeting in secret for weeks. She knew he wasn't the match her family expected, but when he looked at her... she would plead a headache then slip out of the villa when no one was looking.
Today he had taken her out past the south fields and into the woods marking the end of her father's lands. She ignored the darkening skies, focusing instead on the blackness of his eyes. They reached a clearing and he spread the sheet on the ground. She went into his arms and the beat of her heart drowned out the thunder.
The rain began slowly. She didn't even feel it at first. He had been the one to pull away. "We have to go back."
Bridge Over a Pond of Water Lilies, Claude Monet
"He loves me, he loves me not." She stood on the bridge, dropping petal after petal into the water. She smiled. He loved her.
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