An oldie but a goodie. . .
I’m in the middle of preparing my talk with the WI ladies this week and think I’m going to share this flash fiction piece from the prompt ‘buckets and gallons’ for ThursThreads by Siobhan Muir . Written back in 2016, it won out of all the entries. Not only do you need to include the prompt but there’s a word limit too; 250.
The Struggling Artist
Sweat ran down his spine, his body glistening with every aggressive stroke of the brush. Paint bled into the walls, unable to cover the memory he desperately wanted to erase. Buckets and gallons of paint seeped into his secret but still he continued, brush after brush as bristles frayed like his temper.
But the slate had to be clean, the walls bare, fresh and ready for his next work of art; always a blank canvas to open his mind and explore his demons…
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