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  • Writer's pictureCathryn Grant

1-Minute Fiction: Wet Paint

The colors of the painting were rich with life. She gazed at it every morning while she sipped her tea. Today, something drew her closer. The red was darker, disturbing in a way she couldn’t explain. She touched her finger to the streak of paint. It came away smeared with red. She put her fingertip close to her nostrils and inhaled — the odor of blood.

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