The Ventana
Fervently, he painted the canvas. Gorgeous greens. Fiery crimsons. Exotic canaries. Each canvas came alive. One a garden with plants so real, you could smell newly mown grass. In another a sea teeming with vibrant fish beckoning you to dive in. The third, the cerulean sky was so animated with squawking parrots that you covered your ears.
Guards looked in at the cell in disbelief. Why did the inmate keep consulting the edge of a square he had painted on the wall? The interior was only greenish prison wall. To the prisoner however, it was a window into real beauty.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleYou make the true beauty of art even more beautiful in your story, Margarida. Truly, art is a window into a true beauty, especially for those prisoners like your protagonist. It is the best way of expression and showing passion. I love this. Excellent.
Thank you as always for your kind words Lotchie. I took my inspiration from a micro writing entitled “Perspective.”
You’re most welcome, Margarida. Well done. I am excited to read more stories from you.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleReally enjoyed this. I thought until the last paragraph that it was about a painter creating a masterpiece. Well done.
Thank you Sandra for your kind comments. I did not realize that there was a slight twist at the end, and the grand paint master is actually a prisoner.
A very descriptive story, Margarida. Enjoyable read
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you for your compliments, Carrie. I truly enjoyed writing this.