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RE: Practice [Micro Flash Fiction]
Anike, very nice and preemptive. could not resist responding in kind
She came to life, painted in hard driving strokes across the vast canvas of her mind. Colors melted turning into a rainbow river flowing into the gorge.
It roared, twisted, turned, hissed and fell into a thundering well of silence.
Frozen for eternity unless the brush resumed its vermillion stroke.
Thanks, Adarshh. I'm glad it has inspired you. You've painted what if feels like to be stuck at that moment rather well.