Photo prompt © Roger Bulltot
Kelvin M. Knight
Craig took care setting up his easel; finding the correct spot to reveal this place was essential. Closing his eyes, he swayed. There was anger here, fear too, violence and suffering… so much inhumanity masquerading as humanity.
Grimacing, Craig splashed watercolours on and off the canvas, then lashed out with oils. Feeling empty, he squeezed out dollops of paste, formed pastel-coloured hills that his fingers glided down until he became one with the canvas revealing this place.
Teary-eyed, Craig stumbled backwards. Two words writhed amidst a multicoloured maelstrom, colours which were transforming into a sparkling web.
Thank you to everyone for taking part this week (01/09/17), and reading each other’s stories, and liking, and commenting. You don’t have to be a Friday Fictioneer to read our stories so please don’t be shy, there’s a mix of styles and storylines all inspired by the same photo. To read other aspiring writers’ stories, click the Blue Frog.
Thanks, as ever, to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers so congenially.