Chapter 129 - absorbed

Stella 

Over weeks the abused canvas absorbed simmering shards of pained experience gradually transformed to match renewed hope. 

Tentative brush strokes from Lawrence’s delicate wrist directed bolder riotous colour until a discernible image surfaced from the turmoil once paralysing hand and eye.

"I'm finally getting it now."

 And miraculously the act of creation healed trauma’s lingering bruises somehow. Voice returned to muted wounds so they might strengthen dancing freely under merciful light.

The piece we shaped from formless agony portrayed a pale face and straining veins at the crux of choosing bitter untruths for momentary relief, or shouldering short-term darkness to prevent prolonged community corrosion ahead.

The lurid almost grotesque contortions depicted the cost of easy betrayal while divine wings hovered