Never an easy task, and made even more emotional because he is and always will be my baby.
Anyhoo, the whole thing has meant that my writing has taken a back seat. I seem to have managed the grand total of seven sentences in my WIP since Monday... so I've struggled a bit with today's picture, It's a challenging one for sure.
This is what I eventually came up with..
Sam stared at the empty space, where moments before bright splashes of paint had been. Nothing was working. It’s as though the universe itself was set out to sabotage him today.
The storm raging outside had taken down the power lines, so he was working by the light of the moon, and this damn paint was not settling. It slid off the easel, as though it was water, and he was running out of time.
As lightening illuminated the attic, the paint slipped out of Sam’s grasp and hit the canvas. A figure materialized in the glistening swirls at last.
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Till next week, folks.