Red – A Short Paragraph Story

She couldn’t believe how much red there was on her hands, and dripping off the thin knife still held in them. Anger now cooled, she watched as each droplet hit the floor with a small explosion of startling violence, and thought how beautiful the pattern was that it created. Shaking her head at her dreaming, she wondered what she should do now. “Have I really killed you?” she mused, “No, for where there is Death, there is Life”, and she swiped her palette knife over the canvas and a fresh colourful creation was born.

© ceenoa

 

This story has been percolating in my brain for a month or more.  Thankfully this challenge post from Brian brought it to the boil when he sent me my 3 words yesterday:  startling, colourful, explosion.  As soon as I got them I knew that they fit this short paragraph story, and so, here it is.

Painting #149

Sunday Evening

It’s nice to get to Sunday evening without panic setting in,
to not feel stressed and anxious,
as to what the next work day will bring.

To know I have a job that I enjoy going to,
with each Wednesday off
as a special bonus too.

It’s really quite conducive to bringing out my best,
To know each Monday morning
it’s just two days till I can have a rest!

© ceenoa

Shot of Thanks #4

I am thankful for baby bottles on the sink – it means my daughter and grandson have been down for the weekend.

I am thankful for cheese – the standard “tasty” that satisfies my tastebuds.  (I probably shouldn’t be thankful that it has diminished 7/8 since I bought it on Saturday! – in my defence some of it was used in cooking, and being eaten by 3 others).

I am thankful for my doona cover, even though it must be at least 15+ years old, I still love it, and it’s a nice heavy weight which is great as we move into the cooler nights of Autumn.

I wish you many things to be thankful for in your life.