fiction friday - 10

 
 she cocked her head to left, then to the right. something was wrong. there in front of her was a huge canvas, the size of a baby's crib, nestled on a wooden stand. and painted on it was a lady, lighting a candle in the dark. shadows danced across her faded dress as she ignited the wick.
 she dipped her brush into the yellow paint, and added a smudge or two atop the orange strokes of the flame. that should do it, she thought. smiling, she left her painting in the sunlight to dry.

xoxo,
jessie