Here’s my entry for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Authors! Check out the original here!
Word Count: 143
Her brush glides across the canvas, a ballerina leaving a bright trail. Colors swirl together, abstract at first, but then coming to have form, meaning. She creates her world, one stroke at a time.
Most of the canvas is covered in green, but it’s many different shades of green, a spectrum in emerald. Each blade of grass is different, unique. It has its only color, its own shape, its own spirit.
Each flower is a world in itself, full of such depth and beauty that it makes her want to cry. The bricks of the wall are a mosaic of greys, browns, and oranges.
When she is done, she steps back and surveys her work.
All that depth, that beauty, she saw as she was painting is gone. It’s just a picture of a garden.
She sighs, sets it aside, and begins again.