Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Two Hundred and Ninety-Two

They called him the Artist Nouveau, and Eleanora was his muse. He painted her as Ophelia, as Juliet, as the Queen of Faerie, in flowing draperies, naked save for her titian curls.

Everyone who was anyone wanted a portrait of her serene beauty to decorate their homes, and those who were nobody bought prints in tacky frames.

The couple was feted and lionised wherever they chose to go. In the eyes of the world they were perfect, but they hid secrets. 

Eleanora had her husband and chubby babies, while the Artist was the plaything of a sarcastic Dom called Brian. 

©️jj 2019

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