Friday Fictioneers: Shady Painting

Photo courtesy - Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Photo courtesy – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Shady Painting

Word count: Β 99

She had told him not to rest the keys on the wall. He had replied, “yes dear” and done it anyway. He knew how long it had taken to paint the room, and she hadn’t given up despite the color not drying the olive green she wanted. It was the principle of the thing! He hadn’t listened! Just like always… She sighed angrily, reached out to lift the keys away, and saw no marks. She paused, replaced them and pressed hard back and forth, quickly, purposefully. He entered the room. She jerked back.

“Look! Now I have to repaint!”


16 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Shady Painting

  1. Dear Britlight,

    Oh, you captured the very essence of woman in this excellent story. (And now that I’m in the dog house, I’ll just howl a while at the moon.) Well done.



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