[Every woman has a story. Every story has a colour. This is just one of them.
This is a work of fiction. The characters and situations are purely imaginary, and any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental and unintended.]
She pauses in front of the canvas. Something is not quite right, though she doesn’t know what. It is a perfect representation of the scene, but it doesn’t work.
A flash of insight! She blends brooding purple into the blue sky. Adds a touch of mystery to the rippling brook.
The landscape transforms from representative to inspired. You can almost make out the dragons crouching behind the menacing rocks. Strain your ears, and you can hear the knight galloping over the plain to rescue his maiden.
She stands back and smiles. If only it were as easy to transform life.
Drabble(n) - an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length.