The Perfect Blue

Pegman has taken us to Mars today and has stumbled upon an art enclave. Apparently there is life on the Red Planet and she’s a voracious artist. If you want to take an intergalactic journey with us come along and create your own flash fiction, just don’t leave the mother ship. What Pegman Saw.

Photo credit NASA

The Perfect Blue
by T. Delaplain

The paint fumes danced up her nostrils, she inhaled and the rush followed. The cerulean flowed from her brush as she swept it across the translucent canvas.

No rules on Mars, only art and an endless supply of humans.

Extracting the pigment from their cells was the easy part and she could keep them alive until the deficiency overwhelmed them, but their skin, so fragile.

“There is never enough copper to feed them on this gods forsaken planet and I really must find another canvas. I can’t let my art suffer from the bad design of these frail creatures.”

She finished the landscape in a flurry, all eight limbs snapping in tandem.

“Behold the perfect blue.”