Red
Colour splashed onto the canvas.
The knocks pounded at the door.
Gentle strokes spread the thick paint.
Fists slammed onto the table.
Each stroke created a landscape.
Each second ticked the time bomb.
The blue tumbled into gentle waves.
The explosion ended the world.
The sun rose on the painted horizon.
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