Short Story - The Canvas

The Canvas By Isabelle Coto The sun had just started to set and so did Mary’s plan. Mary sat in her glass greenhouse finishing the final details on her 72 x 36 inched canvas. It was a human sized painting of herself and her husband Tom Franklin, though it was a bit unusual as she didn’t paint a face on her husband head and it was left blank white. Tom walked through the front door late from work as usual and soon enough both the partners were arguing with each other once again. “What’s for dinner?” Tom said as soon as he walked through the front door. “Its not ready yet.” replied Mary. “WHY NOT? You’ve had all day to make it and you’re a housewife that’s what your made to do!” Tom said furiously. At that point Mary felt furious rage go through her blood. She remained calm and gently smiled back to her husband as her response to him. Mary then leaded Tom to the greenhouse room to show him her painting. Tom was confused as his face was just a white blotch on the canvas. Mary picked...