It's Still Life

At an Intersection Named After an English King and a Saint
Six Sentence Story: Part 29

Last week: An Equal Division of Light and Dark

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Watching Cerulean Blue Bleed

Pierre stands at an easel and paints; he creates his world; depth and distance washed with purples; water colour blotches that run, and clouds thieving white from cold press heavy paper.

He dips his brush into cerulean blue, “… darker, the sky must be darker,” and he watches the sky bleed into a lake, a memory that lingers beyond the duskiness of his heavy medication.

Pierre cuts the colour from his brush in a fluted champagne glass, the water now flushed to violet, and presses the tip of the brush into a sharp edge, strokes the image of a person at the edge of the lake.

He stands back, and then steals colour from the paper with the edge of his fingernail – another figure of ghostly white.

The hours smudge and run. He is less a wreck, and more a man at loose ends.

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Written for Denise’s Six Sentence Story to include the word “wreck”.  Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.