The Silver Trumpet Brayed

The Artist

The artist was a surprise. She did not look like an artist - she was not covered in paint nor wearing a beret, but she had a vague smell of paint about her and that strange smell which he always associated with the art rooms at school, but never actually worked out what it was. She was small, well, smaller than he was, and she had delicate mousey features, features that he felt would be difficult to draw and her hair was beautiful.

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