I was surrounded by by blues and greens. The reds were fading and the purples dispersing. They swirled around me creating unrecognizable patterns. Suddenly an image as gorgeous as the mountains and as beautiful as the deepest oceans appear.
"That's it!" He says as he wakes up and sleepily gathers he finest brushes and best paints.
He paints vigorously with the blues and greens. He paints gently and with very little with reds and purples. He moves swiftly and precisely.
The blue green picture is finished. He backs away carefully to study the fading reds and dispersing purples. He adds a tan color to the mixture. Then a little bit of black. He a step back to reveal the young women from his dreams. He lays down one more time before drifting off.
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Short stories
Short StoryWhen ever I have an idea but know plot or if I don't want to create a story to publish them. And just random short stories.
