Short Story "The Red Painting"
The Red Painting by Larvare Pine In the peaceful night, no music, no words, a silence is good way. I laid down under the sky, delightful of sight the moonlit night smile on me. The sky more darker and darker hiden the shined of million stars. Hearing the flew of the wind kissing and smelling the pine trees. I sat on the rooftop, I could see all the skyscraper and dozens of light are dazzled, for miles. Here, I’m alone, upset, mad, fretful, and scared. I attempted to compare the serenity of my heart with the serenity of the sky that grews darker. It was cold and blustery night. I hurried into my house. The house remained me for the memories. The hot tears welled into my eyes, tored my hand away and flinging my body on the divan. I buried my face in the cushion, weeping and blaming my self. I am Keenan. I’m an orphan, my family was died in accident because of me. At the moment, we were on the way to holiday trip. I love drawing since I was kid. I drew the scenery along the