Paint streamed down her arms. Little drops of swirled worlds. Hurried strokes of reds and blues, whirled onto the once white canvas. Pent up emotion, fear, frustration, sadness. Unending, undisguised, sadness. Her hand trembled as she dropped it to her side. Her pants, scarred with paint smears no longer bore any resemblance to the cheerful yellow they’d once been. Now they bore shades of poplin, lavender, and mauve. Energy finally spent. She she gave into exhaustion and crumpled to the floor. Adele blared from her speaker.

If this is my last night with you
Hold me like I’m more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do
It matters how this ends
‘Cause what if I never love again?

As paint seeped into the cracked planks of the old hardwood floors, she laid down. Allowing the plaintive notes to wash over her.

I’ve been trying to catch up on my writing lately, school has kept me busy but this song from Adele has been on repeat in my head and when I saw this particular image from Sonya, I knew I’d finally found an outlet for it. 3LineTales is a wonderful challenge to tempt you to fill your own canvas with vivid imagery and words. If you’re looking for a new challenge, check it out. 🙂