Rubbing my eyes I looked around, trying to recollect where I am. Vineyard, yes, that’s it! I was in my vineyard, admiring this year’s harvest, sipping my Moscato wine with strawberry slices enriching its fruity flavor. What happened next?
I started walking back still confused, trying to recollect the flow of events since morning. Where did I keep by goblet?
There, I can see the goblet now. But its huge! And I can’t reach – standing at the edge of the vineyard, I stretch my hand and it gets blocked, on a sheet of Canvas?
Oh yes, standing by the vineyard, I was painting my self-portrait; and now I am trapped inside the canvas of my own self portrait.
(Written for FRIDAY FICTIONEERS! 14 FEBRUARY 2014)