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Painting The Sky

Arlo peered out the round portal. A final few brush stroke and his canvas would be complete. He mixed paint to form a rich orange. Winged creatures flew above his meticulously painted ocean; and amid this, he painted a blaring sun kissing the water.

"I asked you to paint the sky," said the ship's doctor. "What is this?"

"The rest of the crew has myopia. Can't you see it?" Arlo clutched his brush.

"This is space sickness. There's never been anything outside besides stars and the darkness." The doctor shook his head. "We'll keep trying. Until you accept the black."

Story by:

Melanie Rees

www.flexirees.wordpress.com

23 February 2018