A Crimson Rose

A veiled stone saint holds a single crimson rose beneath a blazing rose window, her other palm open and empty.

The canvas looked finished, and the hour was almost up. Then Afuro spotted a problem nobody else had noticed. A stray line on a floor tile ran right into the statue's open palm. From a distance, the saint seemed to have six fingers. Afuro worried it would read like a machine-made picture and asked for help. Creamy jumped in and erased it with minutes to spare. The hand now has five fingers again.