Mary Miles

Art of a Narcissist

He said he was wasting his time with a relative nobody. She shared no passion for his masterful oils, his up and coming marine-life paintings recognized for their circular brush strokes and colorful marks. She had no usefulness, and her only talent was striking up conversations with the leather-faced dimwitted fishermen that came to look at his paintings but never purchased. Besides he watched her have a child, his child, and said he was no longer attracted to her after that grotesque display of womanhood.