Masterpiece
When it was finished, she gently laid her stiffening brush aside. Her eyes, red and irritated with fatigue, wandered over the canvas, re-ingesting every emotion her hands had just expelled. They noticed a smudge in the corner she had not intended, a blending of colors she'd never put a name to, and the shadow in the corner she'd neglected to reintegrate in the main theme. Paint-speckled hands met a stiff, aching back and pressed gently. She groaned, knowing the pain meant great things stared at her from the canvas.