blemish - 1.0

Character List: 
The Artist | The Lady 

She applies the gloss gently to her lips.  A gentle shine permeates the room.  Long lashes accent the deep, gazing, blue-green eyes, penetrating, revealing.  Voluminous curls fall over her lightly tanned skin, every hair perfectly in place.  Smooth skin, no wrinkles, no imperfections.  Her evening gown contrasts a dark mahogany shade to her skin, hands placed naturally by her sides.  A smile.  All without imperfection.

The Artist put down his pencil.  He smiled back at his creation as the waning sunlight struck the canvas through a drawn window.  The commission was finished.  All drawn from his imagination; all drawn in reminiscence of the Lady.  Six years of age weighed on his brow.  Six years, now finished.  He climbed down the seventy-four stairs and stepped slowly backwards from the canvas, in its eighty feet of majesty.  Up, up.  His gaze rested upon her face, a finished work.  All drawn in pencil, all without imperfection.

The creaking began, slowly at first.  The rats had gnawed the rope thin; they had been attracted by the Artist's rotting food trails and now, unsatisfied, ate at his work.  Pale beams of moonlight spilled upon her smiling face, which tilted, tilted.  The rope's strands were separated.  

The Artist lay under the fallen canvas, lay in a pool of nondescript red, lay next to her.

An upturned corner on the sheet shows her face, perfect, save a small drop of nondescript red on her cheeks, pale and ghastly in the moonlight.  A blemish.