Summary:
A short story about an old artist, who tried to save a life of a young woman who was on a dying bed due to pneumonia, died because of pneumonia in the cold, windy, rainy night after he finished his masterpiece – drew a leaf (the last leaf) on the wall that looked just like a real leaf for that young woman to see. She was on her dying bed, looking out the windows, counting fallen leaves, and she believed that her life would also end once the last leaf fell.
Moral story:
The pneumonia did not kill her. Her thinking mind was killing her. The old artist should have lived if she was more of a useful individual.
A short story about an old artist, who tried to save a life of a young woman who was on a dying bed due to pneumonia, died because of pneumonia in the cold, windy, rainy night after he finished his masterpiece – drew a leaf (the last leaf) on the wall that looked just like a real leaf for that young woman to see. She was on her dying bed, looking out the windows, counting fallen leaves, and she believed that her life would also end once the last leaf fell.
Moral story:
The pneumonia did not kill her. Her thinking mind was killing her. The old artist should have lived if she was more of a useful individual.
by JVeverMind April 19, 2023
Last leaf … here’s mine ..
by LetsTalkAboutX January 7, 2023