The Shed


There was a pitter patter sound on the roof of the shed. Some of the rain was collecting inside a bucket on the ground. She wondered where it was coming from! Probably coming from a gap between the roof and the wall. It was starting to get on his nerves. The shed was quite warm due to the lack of air to heat.

The shed was where she housed her art supplies in summer. Acrylics, paint brushes, pencils, water colors and even charcoal. The larger canvases were also stored in the shed. The rest were in the attic. Helena was worried about the rain. It had started that morning and had gone on nonstop for the past three hours! How was she supposed to move the canvas inside? She’d have to do it early tomorrow morning. Thank goodness there was a heater in the shed.

Helena sighed and decided to start painting again while the weather was dreadful. Oh, if only she could have a cup of coffee now! She’d missed it this morning. Tying her hair in a ponytail she made her way to the back of the shed. It began to become narrow and she had to contort her body to fit into the cranny where the smaller canvases were stored.

Taking one, she held in a sneeze. Then she went back to the main area. She decided to do either an abstract painting of some kind with acrylics or a still of a sunset. So setting up her easel, putting on an apron and placing some color on a palette, she began.

It began to take shape. The yellows and orange for the sun. The red and blue of the sky And browns for the land. It all came to together to make a rather simple painting. It definitely wasn’t her best but she was content to just paint with the sound of rain in the background!.

Published by ArianaRose

I’m hoping to become a writer, playwright & novelist. I'm also considering becoming a Historian or librarian at this stage in life. I'm looking for opportunities in performance writing and publishing short stories in literary magazines. I study English and Creative Writing at university.

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