1814. So talented!
© Bruce Goodman 11 May 2020
Charlotte didn’t have a single humdrum electron whizzing around in her brain. Her brain was on fire!|
“You’re so creative, Charlotte,” people would say. “How do you come up with so many creative ideas?”
“I guess it’s a natural gift one is born with,” said Charlotte, and she would return to the painting she was painting, or the music for the Irish harp she was playing, or the sundial she was installing in the garden.
“Everything you touch turns to gold, Charlotte,” people would say. “You definitely have the Midas touch.”
“I don’t do anything to encourage it,” said Charlotte. “Things just come naturally to me,” and she went back to baking her Baked Alaska for she was have important friends over for dinner, or back to the rug she was weaving, or back to the dress for a niece’s doll she was sewing, or back to making homemade candles for a friend’s 30th birthday, or back to the lines she was learning for a dramatic production.
The extolling of Charlotte’s talents among her peers was like a mantra; it repeated itself over and over. “It’s sad you can’t find a job in this small town,” someone said. “Why don’t you move to the big city where your talents would be put to good use?”
So Charlotte moved to the big city in search of a job. What a relief! Quite frankly, Charlotte had driven everyone in the small town nuts.
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