A short story inspired by the picture at this week's Magpie Tales.
I was fascinated by the picture that hung in my grandparents hallway. As a kid, I’d stare at it for ages, laying on the rug on my tummy, my head cupped in my hands. I wondered who she was; where she was. My Granddad tried to tell me once, but I stuck my fingers in my ears. I preferred to let my imagination set the scene.
One day she was a princess, another the Lady of the big house on the hill. Once she smelt the flowers and sneezed! In my mind, I saw her stroll through the garden picking them. Another day she knocked them over they scattered across the floor; she said a rude word that day! I saw a handsome prince go down on one knee and present them to her. I watched her plucking the petals; he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me.
I wanted to be that lady when I grew up. Sadly I didn't although a young man did once give me a bunch of wild flowers and a daisy chain to hang around my neck.
I don’t know who has the picture now. I can only hope they have a daughter that loves it as much as I did.
Picture: Peonies by William Merritt Chase 1897