Painted into Place
A Micro adaptation of my award-winning short story of the same name.
It looked painted into place. A red dresser jutting out from the white wall. His hands caressed the curved wood and came away red and sticky. She had just painted it.
He reached up and drew a handprint on the wall. Red on white. Like a child's drawing. He smeared it with his finger, just like her lips. Red and sticky. Red stains on white walls. His eyes flicked to the mirror. Behind him, her hands like his own. Red and sticky. Her lipstick like the wall. Smeared red on white. Her sensuous curves like the dresser. Painted into place.
About the Creator
Lena Beana
Alaskan Grown Freelance Writer 🤍 Lover of Prose
Former Deckhand & Barista 🤍 Always a Pleaser & Eggshell-Walker
Lifelong Animal Lover & Whisperer 🤍 Ever the Student & Seeker
Traveler 🤍 Dreamer 🤍 Wanderer
Forever Lost 🤍
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Comments (13)
Congrats on Top Story!🥳
Wow! This is beautiful and the language is visceral and evocative. Gorgeous.
Oh my. so horribly descriptive. Well done my friend, and congrats on the TS.
Horrific!!! Congratulations on Top Story!!!💕❤️❤️
Vivid description with wonderful wording. This was a stunning piece and well deserved of Top Story.
The colours!! ❤️ wonderful!
powerful story - well done!
Amazing job! Keep up the outstanding work—congrats!
Great take on the challenge, good luck!
This is so well done. I love the way it flowed to that ending. Great job.
I have to wonder, is she horrified or endeared by your actions? My parents would have been horrified & I might not have been able to sit for a week. (Actually, she'd probably have had me writing sentences, "I will not smear paint on the walls," until sometime next Tuesday.) My wife might have found it endearing, after getting over being upset with what I had done both to the dresser & the wall. She would have reminded me that I would be repainting both!
Concise and wonderful take on the challenge, love this
Very creative 😊