Painting in the rain. Contained in the running colors was the life they'd imposed, never supposing, not the least bit caring, about the self inside. Washing the canvas clean. Teardrops, raindrops, never the same again. On her knees, lies running away, her true self remaining. Canvas drying in the sun. Her breath taken, her portrait's reflection visible for the first time, an image so long denied looking back. ©October 2021 Christina Anne Hawthorne
Christina Anne Hawthorne
Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.