He looked at himself in the mirror beside the easel and sighed; his visor steaming up in front of his eyes.
Maybe he wasn’t cut out to be a painter? Maybe there was a reason he’d been designed as a Stormtrooper™ and that was all he was meant to be?
“Fuck it!” he shouted, splattering paint against the blank canvas, “I won’t have my decisions made for me!”
I may have just finished listening to John Scalzi’s Redshirts (Narrated by Wil Wheaton) so that may have been having an impact on how I saw this picture… Once again, a big thanks to Sonya and to her prompt. I always enjoy these but I seem to have lost the rhythm recently and keep missing the prompts… Glad to catch this one though!