Scream

Roger Noons

  a glass of Glogg (spiced red wine)

‘Come on Edward, time for your birthday drink.’

    ‘You go ahead, I’ll see you in the pub.’

    I stared across the fjord. I can’t miss this sunset, blood and tongues of flame, it’s amazing. I scribbled in my book, made some rough marks, hoped I would be able to read my notes.

    I was in the studio within minutes and grabbed pastels, there already being a card on the easel. I slashed pigment onto the board. Stood back, consulted my notes and added more marks.

    Standing back a second time, I knew I’d captured something special, but would it sell?

  

About the Author

Roger Noons is one of Cafélit’s most prolific contributors with stories also selected for Best of CaféLit 3 and Best of CaféLit 4. While the advent door was opened late he chose this for December 12^th in honour of Edvard Munch’s birthday.