“BreathArt”

Author’s Note: This is a Take Ten to Write story and has not been proofread for errors. If I feel inspired or if there’s interest in the story, I’ll post a revised, edited, and extended version at a later date. Happy reading!

Prompt: “Space is the breath of art.” — Frank Lloyd Wright

“Ugh, I’m never going to get it,” I mutter, throwing my canvas across the room.

“Whoa!” Gin jumps out of the way, barely avoiding becoming the new piece of art on my flying canvas. “What’s going on?”

“I’m trying BreathArt,” I sigh. “It’s not working.”

“Did you try taking a deep breath?”

“Yes, I’m not an idiot. I know the basic concepts of BreathArt.”

“No, I mean to calm down.”

I pause. “Oh. No, I didn’t do that.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“Fine.”

I take a deep breath.

“Okay, now what?”

Gin picks up my canvas and hands it back to me. “Now put this back up.”

I gently place the canvas back on the easel. Gin walks up behind me and puts a hand over each of mine.

“Close your eyes,” he says softly, his breath warm on my ear.

I do as he says.

“Breathe in.”

I take a deep breath in.

“Think about what you want to appear on the canvas. Form the image in your mind. Picture every line, every dot, every colour.”

The landscape appears in my mind. It becomes so real that I almost feel like I can reach out and feel the water rushes between my fingers and hear the birds whistling in the breeze.

“Now exhale.”

I let out my pent-up breath. A whoosh of air flows past me, toward my canvas as the image fades from my mind.

Gin stays silent for a moment. Then, he whispers, “Open your eyes.”

Final Comments: I love magic! It makes stories so much more fun to write.

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