Desire to paint was compelling. She couldn’t stop even when there was hardly any coins left to purchase supplies. Grocery change finagled to buy a paint or two.
Thoughts flowing from fingertips onto the easel with boundless verve, leaving people in awe of the elemental depths of her works.
Mama had urged her over and over to focus on a sensible trade. To pull her head out of painted clouds.
Mama’s fear, was that she would end up a penniless and hungry artist, if she had nothing else to do.
To please Mama, she had learnt a sensible trade. A governess to spoilt brats and dabbling in her painting away from prying eyes.
“If only Mama could see me now!” Georgiana fervently wished for a moment.
Her works had won the National Art entry and gained public acclaim!
….And here she is on the palace grounds, painting her ladyships gardens. Appointment notes chock full with sittings for portraits and the likes!
Who would have thought! I Georgiana, the daughter of a green-grocer, would be an artist for nobility!
Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
In response to the photo prompt from Graham Lawrence for Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers.
Thank you to Priceless Joy for providing this challenge platform.
Wonderful story Jacqueline. 🙂
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Thank you Edwina. Good to see you today 🙂
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It was was pleasure to visit 🙂
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Revives a faith in determined pursuit of a passion!
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Yes it does! We should hold on to our passions even when we have to jump hurdles. Thanks my dear friend visiting and for your comments. I appreciate that 🙂
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Loved where this story started and where it led to. A struggling artist that had a love and passion for her painting and ending up painting for nobility! Wonderful story Jacqueline, I loved it! Thank you for participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge.
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Thank you too. It is really a pleasure to be part of this 🙂
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This is Excellent piece of writing. The perfect flow of thoughts and the captivating way of writing make me smile. I love the ending and I love the way you write it 🙂
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Thank you Madeeha…I like your name 🙂 Thank you for visiting with me and your lovely comments. I appreciate that 🙂
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This reminds me of my relationship with my 18 year old son…he has a passion for wrestling but I tell him school and work are top priority…then wrestling. I have no problem with him having a passion (I encourage it), I just have a problem with him living with me until he’s 25 lol….great story, Jacqueline. As you can tell, I can relate!
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I really don’t blame you. The way things are now, one really has to get their acts together to get a job out there after school and I am one of those mom’s too. My son was very interested in football but it was quite a distraction, so I insisted that the focus has to be on his studies for now.
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So glad her talent shown through, great writing.
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Thank you Sally for your time. I appreciate your lovely comments. Kind regards 🙂
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Lovely story, Jacqueline. I also wanted to paint. But I am not that good with colours.
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You could keep dabbling for the fun of it. In my head, I think I am a painter, but my hands know the truth 🙂
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Simple, rich and lovely story. Inspiring for me. Well done.
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It inspires me the writer too 🙂 Thanks my dear sister.
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So very beautifully written.
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Thank you Emma for visiting and for your lovely comments. I appreciate that 🙂
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Just shows that determination can succeed where waiting around for an opportunity usually doesn’t.
Check out my FFfAW story!
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Determination definitely takes us a very looong way. I agree with you totally 🙂
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An excellent response to the prompt Jacqueline ~ You captured her determination perfectly A lovely story ~ 🙂
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Thank you for your kind words Sir John. I sincerely appreciate them 🙂
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A beautiful story, Jaqueline. 🙂 I’m glad she decided to follow her dream despite her Mama’s fears.
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Sometimes, we need to let go of the umbilical cords and let the young birds stretch their wings. Easier said than done! I am a culprit as well 😉
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A passion sees no boundries. Beautiful
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Passion takes one a very long way. Thank you for reading 🙂
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Beautiful story with a lesson to follow your passion. I like what you did with the prompt. 🙂
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Thank you Susan for visiting today. Your lovely comments are appreciated 🙂
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Each paragraph so lovely. Georgiana seems to have imagined her own way into the world. Truly enjoyed this piece, Jacqueline.
Ellespeth
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I am glad you did Ellespeth. It’s one thing to write and another for people to enjoy it. Thank you for visiting today and your beautiful comments. I appreciate that 🙂
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Such an inspiring story! She pursued her passion regardless of the negative comments from her mother and her determination paid off. Sad that her mother was not there to see the accomplishment her daughter made.
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Exactly my thoughts when I was writing it. Pity Mama was not around. Thank you for visiting today. I do appreciate your time. Kind regards.
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“To pull her head out of painted clouds.” What a poetic way to put it, very nice! And I had a similar conversation with my own mother — even more surprising, since she is an artist herself!
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Thank you Joy for visiting today. I could say your name a thousand times 🙂 It rings beautifully. Maybe you doesn’t want you to suffer and be hungry at all (most mothers are like that).
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I think your name is very beautiful too. Does Oby-Ikocha translate to something?
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Yes it does 🙂 Oby-Ikocha is a compound name from my husband. Oby means heart. Ikocha means ‘clean and sparkling chalice.’ They are Ibo names. Ibo is my native language.
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How lovely! And how wonderful that there is one word that specifically means, not just chalice, but one that is clean and sparkling. Obviously you chose the right husband. (Probably for other reasons too!)
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;);) you can say that again.
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