The morning after she won her first award, Zeba started her next painting. She crawled on the floor, balanced the paintbrush on her mouth and stroked her way through the canvas.
She was incapacitated and did not want anybody to believe she had been awarded due to sympathy. Zeba wanted to carve her own niche.
Written as part of the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge – http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/
Sundry Scribblings 
I have enjoyed your stories each day, well done on completing the challenge 🙂
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Thank you so much, Iain. Your comments and likes have been an inspiration not to mention your own writings. Glad to complete the challenge but so, so tired. I will catch up on yours later tonight 🙂
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My pleasure – I know what you mean, a nice rest deserved by us all!
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Good for her. But I hope she doesn’t take such people’s thoughts seriously. Too many such people, I think, who look for a reason to pull down a winner.
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Yup, too many. She knows that, which is why she is not resting on her first win.
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