Splotches of revolting red, moss green, mustard yellow and aquamarine blue splattered over the cool pristine white marble floor creating a wild defiant kaleidoscopic pattern of rich vibrant colours.
A thick cloud of cigarette smoke mixed with the smell of turpentine, walnut, and linseed oils gradually rising upwards engulfing the room with its choking haze; glass tumblers stained with straw-toned residual drops of whiskey lying negligently on the floor.
At the end of the room, near the north-facing window set in the slanted ceiling, he stands, deep in thoughts, facing the easel, his thick glasses reflecting the sunlight, the tiny specks of grey on his unshaven face glimmer as he smiles, ever so gently, looking at the painting he just finished.
Written for Three Line Tales, Week 130
photo by Ricardo Viana via Unsplash
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