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