Mountains of Dawn
by Rene Natan
Copyright © 2012 Rene Natan
All Rights Reserved.
The blast scattered bits and pieces of debris over Tanya Caldwell and her canvas. She stared at the glitter of glass speckled on the red tile shingles of her unfinished painting, on her brush and palette, on her hand. Her face. She touched her cheek. Blood as red as the painted shingles coated her fingertips.
“Kathy?” she said. “Kathy, what was that? Where are you?” Her legs shaking, Tanya looked through her broken window and into the driveway.