Brush strokes Stories

“What the hell is that? We were supposed to paint a landscape or another shot of nature, and here are a few lines and spots that nothing comes out of,” Sarah mocked her friend. “Is it supposed to be a palm tree?” she asked sarcastically, pointing her finger at the shapeless thing on the canvas. Annoyed, Jenna rolled her eyes. “This is a tree. The most ordinary tree in the world. If you had waited a moment, I would have dr...