The painter

I  watched the man’s paintbrush dance across the canvas, as he painted the woman with fake blonde hair and cold blue eyes. The woman was as skinny as a the the painter's paintbrush. Her face looked like my little sister's doll, because of the piles and piles of makeup. The woman argued with the painter every time he showed her his work. She barked orders at him. “Make my chin more pointed, make my face thinner, make me look young”. The painter looked frustrated. I wondered if one day would have to deal with people like that.