WfW ~ taking my breath away

 This writing challenge was started by Delores a long time ago. Computer issues led her to bow out and now Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast.

Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music, or an image. What we do with those prompts is up to us: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore... We can use some or all of the prompts, and mixing and matching are encouraged.

Some of us put our creations in comments on the host's post, and others post on their own blog. It would be wonderful if as many people as possible joined in the fun, which includes cheering on the other participants. The prompts will be [here] and are provided by Sean Jeating.

 

 "Such a beautiful piece of art, don't you think?"

  I turned to the voice behind me, and suddenly aware that I'd been standing and staring for far too long.

  "Yes, it is.  I'm just in awe of it and feel as if it is pulling me into the dreamscape the artist created.  I can almost feel the wind on my face that is blowing through the trees there."

  "Indeed.  The moonlit forest feels so sublime that it almost makes one breathless.  Would you like to know more about the artist?  Maybe meet him?"

  "Me?  Oh, that would be so amazing to actually meet the artist.  Is he here?  At the show?"

  "Mmmmm, yes.  He's working on another piece in the back for a private collection.  It's actually part of this entire collection titled Oxygen, but won't be shown to the public.  Come with me, I'm sure he won't mind giving a fan a small preview of it."

  "Are you certain?  I don't want to disturb him."

  "It's no problem at all.  Here, just step into this room."

  The door closes behind me, and I hear the lock click.  I'm in a small closet or cabinet of some sort.  So small I can barely turn around.  I become lightheaded as the air seems thin.

  "Excuse me, I think this must be the wrong room.  Could you please let me out?  I'm having trouble breathing.  I don't think this was the right door to the studio."

  "Oh, it was the right door.  The artist is very specific about how his canvas and paints are created.  Depriving you of oxygen may be a slow and painful process, but it makes it so much easier to stretch your skin across the wood frames.  And the colors your blood and organs will create ... just sublime."