Flash Fiction: Canvas


The Dark Netizen

Bottles of paint lay open, diverse hues splattered over the ground, the artist lay among them, covered in different shades;

Empty cartons of smokes and crushed cans of beer were spread all over, mixing in with the artist’s tools;

The canvas however remained naked, devoid of colour, just like the artist lay naked, devoid of inspiration.

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