“I sketched a ceiling relief…of people..dancing exuberantly ..not the cherubic angels with the tiny..er…wings. When my bedroom was finished I only saw flowers ..everywhere. I cried . The artist consoled me. He said that I had extraordinary talent. But the Count, my late husband, had said : Flowers. Seeing me cry he offered to loosen the chandelier …to let it dangle that it would surely fall around midnight. I took his offer”
The Prioress shook her head in displeasure at her young nun’s confession…. the girls nowadays … engaging in risky behaviour ..what happened to a good old dose of Belladonna?
This story is set in Medieval Italy where rich widowed women were allowed to join a nunnery to pursue their love of art, although they had to keep it “religious”. I can almost imagine the heroine of my story “cherubize” her sensual painting to make it acceptable for her times and introduce one naughty-looking girl among the hordes of male cherubs, like the painting below:
Pic courtesy: http://www.abdn.ac.uk/jacobitevirtuosi/image7.php
Some info on Medieval women artists: http://www.medieval-life-and-times.info/medieval-art/medieval-women-artists.htm
Belladonna: is a flower extract used for many purposes including poisoning to kill. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atropa_belladonna
This 100 word story is written in response to the 100 word photo challenge posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Field each week.
Click on the ‘blue frog’ below to read other amazing takes, that fellow Friday Fictioneers have, on the same photo prompt: