(Working with a group of other creative folks, I tackled writing prompts based on common expressions or sayings. Over the next few weeks I’ll be sharing some of my contributions with you, my faithful readers…)
PAINT THE TOWN RED
That’s a crapload of paint, thought the artist, observing the pile of boxes and their cyndrilical contents. A crapload of RED paint. A crapload of really, REALLY red paint.
I wonder, he asked himself, cocking his currently bare head to one side, what they call it? Fire Engine Red would be too tame; Cherry Red too sweet; Blood Red too…something.
None of those captured the fiery, yet wholesome and somehow EAGER energy of this particular red. If your heartbeat had a color on the day you first kissed your one true love, then this would be the color.
He turned from the cases of paint that he was contemplating, and sized up his canvas.
Spreading out before him, it lay pristine, waiting. Even in the quiet dim hour of midnight, he could sense it out there, ready to come to life…to become art. From Main Street in the middle distance to the warehouse district where he stood on the roof of his “studio”, he could almost hear the blank slate’s desire to be brought to life with a great big dose of…
First Love Red.
THAT was what it should be called he decided, as he pulled one of the pressurized cylinders out of its box and shook it up, the rattle speaking to him of bright splashes of glory to come. Pulling the hood of his paint spattered and voluminous sweatshirt over his head with one hand and limbering up his nozzle-finger on the other, he set off.
Oh yeah, he thought with glee, I’m gonna tag the WHOLE DAMN TOWN!