First Place, Short Story Contest
The Master By Stephanie Thompson
There was once a student, studying with a great
artist.
student wanted to be a great painter, just like his master.
hours studying the master's works.
He observed the One day, window. See
in the studio, the
that scene?
spent
master told him, "Look out the
want you
I
to paint that."
the student responded excitedly.
paints, brushes, the easel,
and
all his
He
got out his
other equipment.
thing," the master cautioned,
in the details,
He
the master paint.
master's every move.
"Yes, sir!"
"One
He watched
The
"when you
be sure to balance your hand like
I
start putting
taught you the
other day."
The
student, excited over his assignment, hurriedly
nodded
and continued collecting his supplies.
He
spent the next several weeks carefully working over his
Finally he looked at the picture.
canvas.
details are left."
He
ance his hand on, but changed his mind. thing.
It
just gets in
"Nearly done. Just the
started to reach for the stick he should bal-
my way
He went back
and slows
"I
hate working with that
me down."
work and started putting in the details, the little finishing touches that would complete the painting. He continued working for hours, until his work was nearly complete. Then. ..his hand slipped. He stood there looking in shock. Then he to his
left.
He
couldn't go back to that studio.
The master had
and taught and worked with him so much. He had spoiled teaching.
night.
trained, all
that
There went his hope of being like the master.
He walked and walked and walked Then he slept. In the morning, he
until
woke and decided
to
it
was
late into the
creep back to the
