A Masterpiece - By Kiko

 I rushed in the comfort of my home and slammed the door. The complete downpour was flooding the garden that I took two weeks to plant. Great.


Marching up the stairs with my scraped, muddy shoes, I had an idea. Painting. It’s the only thing that makes me happy. I don’t see the world as many others do. I’m an artist.


I painted whatever I visualised. An elephant. A violin. An elephant dancing with a violin. An elephant playing a violin. As I reached for the purple paint, my brush danced across the canvas. Yet another masterpiece was complete. Yay.


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