Literary Magazine

Literature: Anna

“Master Leonardo…” The young man tapped on the open door and stepped into the room.

“Eh, what? Hello, lad. What do you want? The great Leonardo cannot paint anymore, and his head is too fuddled to invent things.”

“I have a question, Master. Just one question.”

The old man grumbled and stirred from his chair by the fireplace. “Well, speak quickly now. The aged have little time for stammers and foolery.”

“Who is she?”