Sunday, April 3, 2011

The Ones Who Hold Her (short story) by Leanne Dyck

Written in appreciation of the ones who hold me.

The Ones Who Hold Her


She struts around so full of herself--like every stroke, every word is heaven-sent. She thinks she's such a talented artist. Well, she's just a brush.

They grab her by the ankles, turn her upside down, dunk her in paint, and wipe her hair back and forth against a blank canvas. She is just a brush.

If you ask me, the ones who deserve all the credit are the ones who hold her.