Challenge Name and Number: #11, Open Topic
Title: ecosystems in acrylics
Word Count: 1701
Warnings (if applicable): None
Summary: For someone unable to differentiate between imagination and reality, eventually they become the same thing.
Author’s Notes: Fiction. Magical Realism. I hope you enjoy.
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I’d painted the meadow outside, and while the first canvas is still matte and smooth, the last-tilted against the others, almost flat to the floor-sprouts thin, even blades of grass, growing up and out to cover the length of it. )
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I'm glad you liked it! =) Thanks for commenting!
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The one thing I questioned was the lack of contractions confused me about what time this was set in. Maybe you want it non-specific, though :)
Enjoyed the read!
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(It's funny, I have a lot of head-canon for this fic; in my head-canon, it's a hereditary illness, and if Maria wasn't dying and he would have stayed, he would have become a part of the nature himself, and so would have changed things for himself because he would have become perennial, like the flowers, and would have recovered from his own 'winter,' so to speak.) There's so much left unsaid, though; I suppose I could always come back to this setting or these characters in another story, if the prompts worked out.
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