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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