The Artist
Jul 30th, 2012 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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No one knew his name, they simply called him the artist. He would breeze into town every few months and offer to paint their portraits.
At first, people were eager to oblige, sometimes lining up for their turn. It was deemed a great honor because the paintings were so lifelike.
But soon they learned about the dark side to having their portrait painted. People stopped trusting the artist and would run away whenever he appeared.
Anytime the artist painted someone, that person became an instant celebrity. The attention it brought was a tremendous burden. They preferred to live in obscurity.
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