[Gideon] - Drabble: Prayer
In hell, Gideon painted.
Locked in a metal box under a brutal sky, he painted with his own blood, the only pigment he had. He painted because he felt sure he had looked death in the eye; hers was a terrible, burning gaze. He knew she would send for him soon.
With torn fingers his brush, he painted an angel, on a roughened canvas of hot steel. The bloody tears and perfect face, flaring halo and churning mass of wings from his memories, all took shape in ruddy sepia tones.
In hell, Gideon prayed, the only way he knew how.
Locked in a metal box under a brutal sky, he painted with his own blood, the only pigment he had. He painted because he felt sure he had looked death in the eye; hers was a terrible, burning gaze. He knew she would send for him soon.
With torn fingers his brush, he painted an angel, on a roughened canvas of hot steel. The bloody tears and perfect face, flaring halo and churning mass of wings from his memories, all took shape in ruddy sepia tones.
In hell, Gideon prayed, the only way he knew how.